Crooning on my STEREO: Rock This Party by BOB SINCLAIR
I've been waking up to non-existent classes and I am collapsing from the lack of sleep. Don't ask me why. I am too lazy to write. Just indulge in the pictures.
We were given 2 miserable hours to run across the entire city of POMPEII.
CAZZO. It's like asking you to circle Hyde Park 8 times in 1 hour. CAZZO!
WITHOUT A MAP.
Can you see the mighty Vesuvius in the background?
Here's something for the bored:
CLICK ON THE PHOTO BELOW TO ENLARGE AND SEE IF YOU CAN SPOT ME AMIDST THE RUINS.
The infamous lava-coated people. Everyone's been asking me about them. Well, they just look like, chocolate manequins.
After doing a 2 hour marathon run across the city of Pompeii, I had to SCALE MOUNT VESUVIUS.
IS THIS A BOOT CAMP OR WHAT
Cazzo. Mount Vesuvius is a frigging huge volcano. We were expected to hike to the crater and down again before sunset. That gives us, let's say, 2 HOURS
My shit photography doesn't do the volcano justice. You have to see it yourself to believe how magnificently HUGE it is. I bullshitted the rest of the troupe to believe that if you throw a stone into the crater, all your wishes will come true.
Within seconds, every gullible person in sight were flinging stones into the crater. This sudden meteoric shower was a great way to wake a dormant volcano.
Damn, I was THAT convincing.
We arrived NAPOLI the next day. The capital of theft and Pasolini-esque characters.
And it was raining. Like hell.
As usual I was under-dressed. Cold. Hungry.
And WITHOUT AN UMBRELLA .