Unfortunately there was a period of three days which we never outlines, and those three start at Rome to Naples, Naples, and Naples to Biassa. I’ll try to recount them as much as possible, but there’s probably a few (more) little things missed in these next three journal entries.
We got on the train from Rome to Naples. Pretty self explanatory. It was a train to sleep on mostly as I remember. When we got to Naples we got the subway to the station we needed to get to, got off and found our way to the hostel. As soon as we got out of the station you could tell it was Naples. The street were trashed, there was crazy traffic, and people conversing everywhere. It wasn’t that bad when we first saw it, and I still was quite impressed. But don’t let this translate into me saying I had a bad impression of Naples. On the contrary I loved the atmosphere. It was so lively, so active and exciting. It almost seemed like you could film a good action/drama movie just by shooting real life there.
The hostel was completely different. Lazy, clean, seemingly slow paced and completely relaxed. It was completely different just a few meters away. But it was amazing. Really nice, very well designed and they even had a concert that night.
We decided that we would go out and get dinner to cook. We bought some pasta, meat, and wine and made a wonderful pasta with hamburgers on the side. It was very good, and filling, and the wine (though cheap) was a great friend to the other food.
After that we sat around talking to people at the hostel and listened to the musician that came to play, Mr. Milk. I was tired (and the guy’s music was really sleepy to me) so I went to bed, but Mode stayed up and chilled with people a bit more before retiring.