Naples, Pompeii, Sorento, Positano
Sometimes I wonder how many months I can go without travelling, and the truth is I do not think I can survive even one month. If I am not travelling, I am at least thinking about my next destination, researching epic hikes, lovely beaches or everything together. There was no surprise when London turned gloomy again; I set for another backpacking adventure. So here we are, Italy.
Honestly, my addiction is probably out of my hands at this point. Spend the morning at uni and now catching the tube to Liverpool street through strike affective London. London Stansted to Rome Ciampino estimated arrival at 23:00, and as usual, I was planning to spend the night at the airport. Surprise, Surprise, this tiny airport is closing at midnight for four hours. I cannot even express how much I was grateful that this time I was not alone and that my best friend of all time was with me. We spent the night at Mcdonald’s near Rome Termini train station, eating fries with melted cheddar and drinking coffee till the first train to Naples.
Rome – Naples train ticket cost us 13,50 euros each, and we slept all the way through. Knackered and a little bit cranky, we find ourselves in Naples. Naples, I will not lie to you; the first impression wasn’t that great. In fact, it was rather horrible. It felt like everyone was staring at us. After a pretty long time, I felt insecure in my womanhood. Everything in me screamed to watch out for some danger even though it was daylight.
Anyhow nothing happened, and we finally found the station to our first stop. Pompeii… ever since I saw a documentary on BBC at the age of ten, I dreamed of visiting this place. We were super lucky as you get free entry every first Sunday of the month.
We spent our first two nights at the hostel in Sant’Angelo; we shared a room with ten other people. There was a guy from Peru Marcello, who was studying one semester in Prague and in his spare time exploring Europe and a Scottish girl who was on a gap year and exploring underrated places, and there were us, two girls living in London, sometimes homesick, but most of the time eager to explore new places. Sant’Angelo is a small coastal town approximately twenty-five kilometres far from Naples. The town itself is really charming and small, and you can find there numerous small restaurants.
The next morning we decided to take a bus to the famous Positano, the pearl of the Amalfi coast. The best way to get there was to take the bus from Sorento train station as there was a huge queue to get into the bus. You can buy a twenty-four hours ticket, hop off and on for the whole Amalfi coast for ten euros. I think I have never seen the most beautiful coast in my life. Cliffs, mountains and lemons. I will definitely be back next year to hike most of it. However, because of the power of social media, aka Instagram, Positano became really popular, so embrace yourself with a lot of patience as the number of tourists is absolutely crazy.
Before we headed back to Rome, we decided to cut some slack to Naples. The plan was to have a pizza in the famous Love, Eat, Pray pizzeria and had a stroll around the town centre. However, after a short walk, we just decided to get a pizza at L’Antica Pizzeria da Michele, which was an absolutely fantastic experience for just five euros. The only downside is the waiting time which can get up to an hour or so for a table.
See ya in Rome!
