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I am utterly amazed at what Andy and I ride
through – between traffic, road conditions, and noise – and still
come out alive.
We started the morning with another dip
in the mineral water pool, then returned to the congested road. Along
the way we find a bike store and buy a new water bottle and brake
pads. We continued a winding ascent in Pozzuoli, begun the previous
day, then spin up a long climb into Naples.
We halted at a construction zone, close
to a gentleman who directed the traffic. He was gesticulating with
aplomb, much like a dancer, limbs swinging, feet strutting the
asphalt. He was darned good at his job and a joy to watch. The line
of cars stopped in both directions. He smiled and asked us where we
were from as the yellow machinery rumbled and did its thing. We
answered his questions. Then he waved us on ahead.
Andy went first. However, when I placed
my right foot in the toeclips and pushed off, I was propelled too
easily up the incline. I looked over my shoulder and laughed. The
construction guy was giving me a boost. Unfortunately, when I looked
ahead I was dangerously close to Andy's wheel. I yelled to alert my
husband. The man let go. I breathed a sigh of relief. The guy gave
words of encouragement and went back to directing traffic. I regained
my wits and fell in line behind my husband. However, I wanted to
acknowledge the Italian's “help”. Without looking back, I raised
my hand and waved.
Cresting the rise, we finally coast on
a cobbled tree-lined street, past beautiful stone homes overlooking
the Naples harbor. Ferries, cruisers, sailboats, all in white, filled
the sparkling bay. Yet we couldn't let our gaze stray for long.
Impatient drivers lingered at our heels until a gap allowed them to
zip past.
At ocean level now, we steer on wide
pathway hugging the shoreline. Mt. Vesuvius's twin humps darkened the
skyline. There is a continual wall of connected shops. A British
Airways blue and red logo catches our eye. On the spot we make
reservations for the Athens to London flight for November 28. This
gives us a definitive time-line for the rest of our European travels.
We follow signs to Pompeii. It's a
trying cacophony of horns, whining voices, people yelling from
scooters. And to add to the confusion, as the streets narrow into
alleys, still cobbled, it is also filled with residents. Women hang
laundry, haul heavy bags of groceries. Men work on cars and scooters,
sell fish from colored buckets. Andy and I claim what space we can,
dodging pedestrians, always on the alert. Traffic bottlenecks.
Italian drivers are impatient and – it appears to us – their
favorite gear is reverse. It is a free-for-all!
Busy, narrow streets. Imagine bike touring through those streets. Photo credit: Happenings at Jello's House |
We were frazzled by the time we skirted
Mt. Vesuvius and erect the tent in Pompeii Camping (nearby is
Spartacus Camping and Zeus Camping) across from the old city's
entrance. At least the fee is reasonable, 15,000 Lira (10.00 USD). We
share the place with English, German, Dutch, Swiss, and French
tourists, identified by license plates. Often we are the only
tenters. But later on after a short walk for groceries, we drink wine
with dinner and begin to relax.
Once we're done exploring the old city,
there are plaguing questions. Where to go next? How to get to Greece?
And, we absolutely cannot retrace our steps to Naples. That's the
hardest 25 miles I've ever pedaled.
It's just a delight following your trip.
ReplyDeleteI would think to catch a ferry to Greece. This is an exciting adventure to follow!
ReplyDeleteVicki