Train Day Ancona to Naples, Italy Day 58

I had the sleep of the dead on the ship last night. I’ve been staying up until 1:00, sometimes 2:00am reading, blogging, futzing around. So last night I was asleep by 11:00, and slept right through until the horrible tinny music came on over the loud speaker to wake us all up at 6 am. It was actually a Van Morrison song, who I like, but the music that followed had a singer that I swear sounded just like Miss Piggy when she sings. Awful!
This was my view when I woke up.
I guess I didn’t plan my day very well today. I had to reserve my train from Ancona to Rome, so to be on the safe side I booked the 11:15 train, thinking for some reason the ferry got in at 9:30. The ferry actually got us in at 7:30, so I had 3 hours to sit around and wait. Thank god for my iphone, itunes, isudoku and the Q Podacst. Great time wasters! Then I had 20 minutes to get from that train to the train  that would take me to Naples. I knew it wasn’t going to be a fun ride when I saw every seat filled and every vestibule filled with people standing. I’m starting to really appreciate the reserved trains because at least you know you’ll have a seat! The ride was 2 1/2 hours, and that train was not air conditioned. It was so gross. And just when you thought there’s no way we can cram another person in this compartment, TWO more people would cram themselves on. I guess the Italians are used to it. It was a horrible, horrible ride. Thankfully some seats became available for the last hour and a half so it wasn’t totally unbearable.
So now I’m in Naples, and I’m staying really close to the train station which is very convenient, but not the most savoury neighbourhood. I got here at 5:30, so I really don’t have that much time to see anything because tomorrow will be a full day in Pompeii and Mt. Vesuvius, so I walked around a little tonight and had some pizza and called it a day. I really wasn’t feeling good about walking these streets after dark.

This was a gigantic store of pope-style robes, nuns habits and all sorts of other religious paraphernalia. Oh, and big statues of Mary. I kind of liked this one of her.

This guy was standing on the street with this tortoise in this box lid.I passed him on the way down the street and wondered what was up with it, then when I was passing by on my way back I stopped and asked him why he had a turtle in a box? And he clearly didn’t speak English because he said “it clay” and I looked at it, and it was not made out of clay, it was alive, so I guess that must mean something else. He sort of pointed to the ground as he was saying it so I said,” he race?” And he said no. So, I still don’t know why he had a turtle in a box.

                                         In case you were wondering, yes I had pizza for dinner!

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2 Responses to Train Day Ancona to Naples, Italy Day 58

  1. Anonymous June 1, 2011 at 11:31 pm #

    I’m glad your sister is looking after you. There can’t be any serial killers in Denmark can there? Hans Christian Andersen – fairy tales and all that? Please say there’s no serial killers in Denmark.
    Your Mom who wanted say what your sister did but didn’t

  2. Andrea June 5, 2011 at 9:59 am #

    Now I’m thinking about The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo…

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