Upon arriving in Naples I wondered where on earth we were,
and where was the beautiful Naples you see in your mind’s eye when you hear the
word; supposedly synonymous with pizza and nonnas.
The train station we arrived at was covered in graffiti from
start to finish, and there was rubbish, thugs, and less than
safe-and-appealing-not-on-drugs looking people everywhere. To be fair, we soon realised
the reason rubbish was ubiquitous in Naples; all the bins had been set on fire
and burned into charred rubble, you know, as you do.
We found our hostel after some difficulty and fearsome
trekking through this angst-inspiring city, thinking we were just in a bad
area, and giving Naples the benefit of the doubt. When setting off to sight-see,
I was understandably ecstatic when a young lady on the back of a vespa attempted
to grab my handbag from my shoulder. Ah, Naples, you continue to impress and
delight. Italians get sarcasm, right?
There’s really not much to see here, however it’s a great launch
pad for day trips to Pompeii, Capri, Sorrento, and the Amalfi Coast; all of
which are spectacular.
I highly recommend the hostel 6 small rooms; not only for its
coziness and vast array of DVDs for when the city inevitably gets you down, but
also because it’s across the road from the best gelato I have ever had in my
whole entire life, anywhere in the world, and will ever have.
In summation; Naples: Probably just don’t go there.
Picture: The Blue Grotto (Cape Azzura) Capri
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