Nom de Plumage

July 19, 2012

Prostitutes, Porn and Pompeii – Part Two

Filed under: Diary,European Flavour,Solo Travelling — nomdeplumage @ 9:24 pm
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With so much nudity and debauchery, lunch was completely forgotten. But with the day quickly getting away from us, we really needed to find somewhere to refuel.

I was adamant that the only thing to eat, was pizza. No if’s, but’s or maybe’s about it! When you visit the city that invented the ‘best-ever’ take-away food, it would be a sacrilege to eat anything else. Gayle was more bold than I and asked some locals where we could find a great pizzeria. Apparently, in the sea-side town called Sorrento, a twenty minute train journey north, we would find such a place. So, to Sorrento we journeyed. It was a beautiful scenic ride and for one who has grown up reasonably close to the sea, I have greatly missed seeing the vast blue ocean, watching and hearing the waves lash the sandy shores. When we finally arrived, there was some dispute between Gayle and I as to where this ‘famous’ pizzeria actually was. At first I followed, but to no avail. I was determined and therefore took the lead and found it. A small shop, just metres from the train station, the pizzeria is a family owned business (the owner/pizza maker and his wife). But I knew that I had found the shop because as soon as you enter, you are bombarded with trophies on shelves, blown-up photos and awards stating that here is Napoli‘s pizza ‘supremo’.

Pizza in the western world has been modified and the authenticity  lost. We have taken a simple recipe and made it complicated by adding twenty toppings on just one pizza and the humble base is now either thin/thick, crispy/crusty etc. But in Italy, the pizza is simple and delicious and remained the food that peasants created many years ago.  So for me, there is no other classic than the ‘margarita’. Gayle and I where the only two customers in the shop and so we had the honour of watching our pizza being made and also talking with the man himself. The smell wafted throughout the little shop and I was salivating in anticipation. The result? DELICIOUS! Simple and very flavoursome and everything that I expected. But as for Gayle, she shocked me by announcing that she actually does not like pizza. My jaw dropped (for I never heard of such silliness), but she admitted that her pizza was delicious and she was glad we came. Thank God!

With our bellies now full and the day slowly waning, we caught the train back to the city to catch our train back to Rome.

By the time we arrived and Gayle bought her ticket, we missed our train. We went back to the ticket office and was informed that our next train will be in two hours. Gayle wanted to split up as I had a ‘first-class’ ticket and there was an available seat on the 6:30 pm train. To me this was a silly idea and something that I was not comfortable with, that we should separate. We came together and I expected to go back together. So for me it was not an option.

We had two hours to kill.

A great piazza full of traffic, people and cafe’s was just outside the massive sliding doors of the train station. We decided to explore and to our delight, discovered some wonderful patisseries offering traditional cakes/pastries. We stopped off in one for such a delicious treat accompanied with a thick creamy espresso.

There was a lesson to be learnt on my visit to Naples.  Never judge or jump to conclusions without knowing the facts.

Lining the streets and piled high on every kerb side and corner, was smelly rubbish. I was horrified that a city that was not ‘third-world’, could allow such a thing. How could the people of the city bare such shame and walk past the rubbish without a back-would glance or sign of disgust? What I did not know then and would only find out once I arrived back at the hostel, was that the rubbish is the cities way of protesting. Corrupt council officials pocket the taxes to fund their lavish lifestyles. Toxic waste is just deposited in the communal waste site and not disposed off properly. As a direct result, there has been a dramatic increase in the diagnosis of cancer in the workers at the waste depots. No matter how they protested, it fell on deaf ears and so after many years, this was the last resort. I could not comprehend how such a thing can happen in a country like Italy. How could the people bare the filth and shame? But at the same time, respecting them for taking such a stand and believing and fighting for their rights and health. No matter how long or ugly it would get, fight to the end they would. My very best to them all.

We arrived back in Rome after a two hour journey sitting in separate cars. It was all we could get and I was just happy to get back closer to home and bed. Once in Rome, we had to wait almost an hour for the LAST train to Zargarolo. We were so lucky, otherwise we may have had to camp on a bench at the station in the cold. It was late and I was tired when we got back to the hostel. But what a great day and I enjoyed the laughs, sights, pizza and companionship.

          

 

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