11 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments
I rose early to get a head start on the tourists and encountered a thief with a taxi. Once we reached Pompeii he tried to double then rate we agreed on. I wouldn’t give him a dime more so the argument continued until I was imposing on his next victim. A few impolite gestures and more than a few choice works as he sped off. I looked around and noticed I was the only person wandering about the ruins but it was still early in the day, which was kind of a weird feeling. After about an hour or so I saw another individual and then two young men wandered up to me and inquired if I had any hash to sell. (more…)
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12 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments
When I woke up I notice that my knife was unchaperoned, sitting all by itself. Most likely it was pushed away by me while I slept. There were two elderly gentlemen sitting alongside the same bench staring at me and the knife. I had gotten less than an hour of sleep and was still very tired and in need of a shower. I followed those two gentlemen back into the heart of Naples. (more…)
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13 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments
I awoke the next morning, took an early walk and just couldn’t believe how beautiful everything was. Every so often I claimed a bench with a view and sketch out some thoughts. I headed down toward the harbor to catch a bus to the other side of the island. I planned on seeing the blue grotto. I couldn’t figure out where to pick up a bus and nobody would give me a straight answer so I decided to walk. (more…)
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14 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments
The next morning I took advantage of the locations that I had found the day before. It was another beautiful day with the sun shining down under a dense curtain of trees. I lounged around in-between the shade of the trees and the heat of the sun. At the end of the day I sat down in the harbor and watched the passing faces leaving the island. (more…)
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15 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments
Just as the sun was setting I was on a train bound toward Sicily. I entered a compartment were an older gentleman and two young ladies had made themselves at home. First I thought that he was a dirty old man trying to pick up two young Italian beauties. Once he found out that I spoke English he included a few English words in every other sentence as if he was trying to invite me in their conversations. (more…)
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