From Rome To Naples: By Train
I’m intrigued by the fact that, when exploring unfamiliar places, particular landmarks become prominent in the navigation process.
Or at least they did for me.
As I’ve mentioned, Seville’s Torro del Oro became my compass in Spain, Lake Geneva in Switzerland, and the Donaukanal in Austria. In Athens the Acropolis assumed this role, and in Rome, it was the slightly less inspiring Termini Station.
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In all fairness the interior wasn’t bad, and there was a lovely bookshop.
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However, like most of Rome it was busy, raucous and not exactly clean.
On that final morning, I must confess, I was glad to be leaving Italy’s famous capital.
Rome certainly has some wonderful historical sites and buildings, but the atmosphere makes it very difficult to engage with either. Inevitably big capital cities are going to be chaotic and bustling, but I wasn’t able to find enough quiet spots here. Furthermore, following sunshine and warmth upon arrival, the weather quickly descended into grey mediocrity – warm, but dull and, at times, wet also.
Ironically, as in Geneva, my hour of departure was greeted by bright, inviting sunshine. Darn it. I kept missing all the good weather!
There was no time to explore Rome anew, under the sparkling summery weather – instead it was straight to the station, to catch a morning train to Naples – the next destination on my itinerary.
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Seated alongside a lively Chinese family and their voluminous suitcases, the journey was both pleasant and picturesque. The scenery was glorious – regular glimpses of the sea and plenty of rural countryside. The train fare had been a wonderfully affordable €9 for a journey several hours long. I’d probably pay over ten times this amount for a journey of equivalent length in the UK.
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Feeling relaxed I was glad to leave behind the touristy madness of Rome, and hoped that Naples would offer some much needed respite. Indeed, I harboured romantic notions of what this dreamy seaside city might be like, and Italy was the only country in Europe within which I was making not one, but two different stops.
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Upon arrival I decided to make straight for the hostel, so as to leave my heavier items and explore in comfort.
It was pleasantly hot – finally a chance to wear a t-shirt!
The walk from the station, however, was a long one. I had hoped to walk by the sea, envisioning luscious beaches and blue ocean waves. The sea, however, was hidden behind a bleak industrial landscape. To my right were shabby buildings, and I was nearly run over by mopeds on several occasions.
Many riders take great delight in riding onto the pavement, frightening pedestrians in the process. One lad even gave an animalistic roar at me. Yeah. Really mature.
A less than scenic walk brought me to a tall building, in which the hostel was located.
Little did I know what awaited me here…
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