Go South

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 .