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your tales : Napoli

Duigald and I left Bassetto at 7am to get the train to Napoli. Napoli is the first major city south of Rome near the famous Amalfi coast but basically anything south of Rome in Italy is extremely different. Napoli has one of the worst crime and unemployment rates in the country, probably next to Palermo (our next point of call) and we were prepared for dodgy neighbourhoods, people and anything. On first leaving the train station an old man stopped us and told us to be careful. However we were pleasantly surprised. It is busy, the endless toot of horns, scooters whizzing in and out of alleys and on main streets, the drivers riding without helmets and care. Small alley ways would have led further into despair and poverty but we were content to look down most of these only on first arrival. Anything off the main street was ever so narrow so the buildings almost touched at the top, leaning towards each other heavy with laundry and antennaes. We made our way to a park where we passed an hour or two as it was so hot, lying on the grass before a man on a bicycle told us to move on.

 

 

 

 

 


I did a tour on my own for an hour while Duigs minded our bags and was hooted, hissed and whistled at every few metres. There were mechanic shops everywhere here and tyres and tools and other items were spilled out all over the pavements. In the park itself people were sleeping in the heat, the police were in force to check on everything, and the beach nearby was almost sardine like with holidayers. Duigald had a friend in the park on my return. An African guy from a Portugese colony that only spoke Italian so I chatted a bit. We were a little worried about him, but he turned out to be very nice.


 

He worked in a deli type shop, said his neighbourhood was one of the most unsafe, gave us directions to get back to the train station and off we went. This time we walked through all the back alleyways and people would call out to us as we passed, pleased we were Australians. There were old men playing cards in tables in the streets, old women watching the world go by and everywhere movement and life. Quite an exciting place. I would love to have stayed longer.