G’day from Pompei and here’s my first sighting of Vesuvio the Magnificent, taken from the train window.
It looks so close! Well, it is pretty close.
I’m going to take a bus ride up there on the weekend and try to imagine where Spartacus hang out a few years back. I’m sure some helpful guide will be more than willing to show me the exact location of his lean-to for a mere 20 euros.
I’m staying at the tranquil little B & B of Guiseppe Benessere, a real treasure and a welcome relief from the heat and noise of Napoli and Roma. I’m sitting at a table by the pool waiting for dinner to be brought out to me. It’s a hard life alright.
When I arrived it was just in time for dinner at 6.00 pm, a scrumptious lasagna washed down with a couple of glasses of unbelievably good wine made by Guiseppe himself. Che bello!
The B&B is literally 5 minutes walk from the excavations, the Scavi.
It also happens to be close to the train line and, during the night, a train roared past, waking me in fright with its rumble.
Crikey, I thought, just my luck! Vesuvio has erupted again!
After two nights at the B&B, I moved to the Otello just near the Trenitalia Station in Pompei. It was easier for me to get around from there. I’ve been really fortunate to find such comfy places to stay.
And here’s Vesuvio Magnifico again, looking along from the Scavi.
No wonder I had dreams of volcanic destruction. Or maybe it was the sweet red wine.
Another look at Vesuvio. What a frightening presence he has!
Perhaps I feel Vesuvio looming over my shoulder as I know what this cantankerous volcano can do. The view must have been lovely in the heyday of Pompeii but I can’t look up without a shudder. I experience a barely-controlled urge to cross myself.
From every viewpoint in the Scavi, there’s Vesuvio. I found it less stressful to face him than to feel his heavy spectre at my back
Can you read this graffiti? I couldn’t.