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Published: September 10th 2016
The thing I love most about Italy is the people. While the splendor of the Roman ruins of Pompeii in Naples and the Colosseum of Rome may eventually wane with time, the friendliness and hospitality of the locals has left a lasting impression on me that will remain for many years to come.
On May 1st 2016, I left the grey skies of England for the Mediterranean sunshine of Rome. It was to be the very first stop in a backpacking adventure across the globe, which (at the time of writing) is still in progress.
I must admit, my first impression of Rome was that it was a nice enough city, with plenty of attractions to see, but it still felt like a little bit of a tourist trap.
As you might expect, there were touts everywhere selling tickets to the Colosseum, Palatino and the Roman Forum, which are a collection of ancient ruins dating back to 69 ADF. Rome itself is around 2600 years old. I did the standard tour of all three of the main ruins and later queued up to see the Vatican and the Vatican museum, which I heartily recommend. I opted to skip
the organised tour and explore the Vatican independently because in early springtime the queues aren’t as long as they first appear to be.
After a few days in Rome, I travelled to Naples, where I visited the historic ruins of Pompeii and the Herculaneum, before heading over to the Amalfi coast, and the stunningly beautiful landscapes of Positano and Capri Islands.
Pompeii is one of Italy’s most significant Roman civilisations and covers an area of about 170 acres. Walking around the site took at least 8 hours and in that time, you would still not cover it in its entirety.
The city has been preserved exactly as it was in 79 AD when it was unexpectedly buried in thick layers of ash and lava after a devastating volcanic eruption from nearby Mount Vesuvius.
Walking through Pompeii and a similar but smaller site - the Herculaneum - felt like I had suddenly taken a step back through time and was looking at the remnants of ancient shops, brothels, houses and public buildings that had long faded.
It was one of many popular tourist destinations in the city of Naples, which in itself was a work of
art. Indeed, in every direction I looked, the city was decorated with some of the brightest and most colourful buildings that really helped to instill that early summertime feeling.
And yet, while the majestic mountains, sparkling, blue coastlines and its quaint architecture was certainly a highlight of my trip, it was the random conversations with friendly locals, the constant and unsolicited offers of help throughout my entire journey and the ever present calls of Ciao! (hello) that really cracked it for me.
Although my grasp of Italian and languages in general is severely limited, the two most useful phrases that I found myself repeating like a mantra was ‘Ciao!, and ‘grazie’ (thank you).
And I certainly had every reason to be thankful.
Not only was I in what is so far shaping up to be one of my favourite destinations in Europe, I was immediately welcomed in a foreign land and bore witness to a snapshot of daily, Italian life.
In the Fabric Hostel where I was staying I was often invited for meals with some of the staff members that worked there and ate the most amazing home-cooked Italian dishes that I have ever
tasted during my trip.
Delicacies such as spaghetti con vongole, Parmigana Melanzane (Eggplant parmesan) and of course traditional Neapolitan pizza certainly went a long way towards satisfying my appetite.
There were many times when I needed assistance in Naples, usually with my bags or asking directions. However, not once did I ever actually need to ask for help - the offers were ever-present.
Whenever I needed to drag my beast of a suitcase anywhere in Italy, a kind person would always materialise out of nowhere ready to assist me.
I also had some pretty colourful conversations along the way too. Most started off with the standard ‘where are you from?’ question and then transformed into in-depth discussions about religion, culture and philosophy. I felt as though I learned more from talking to random strangers in Italy than I ever did on organised tours and excursions. Even on the train to Pompeii, locals who lived in the area would tell me a little bit about the history of the site.
In Naples, I never felt alone. When I wasn’t hanging out with the friendly staff members at Fabric, I was spending time with a South African
girl called Manai, who accompanied me for much of my journey.
That is the amazing thing about travelling and staying in hostels. Meeting people is a breeze and you get a true taste of cultures all over the world. Manai was born and bred in Cape Town, although when I met her, she was working for a charity in Holland, and had taken some time out to travel for a month.
She was also a keen photographer and had taken many amazing pictures with her camera. These came in pretty handy when we visited the beautiful islands of Capri and the Amalfi coast. With clear, turquoise water and mountains flanked by pearly-white buildings, the Amalfi coast is truly one not to miss.
Capri is similar but also has cobbled stone streets lined with expensive but independent stores and restaurants.
Manai and I took a cable car up the sides of one of the mountains and the view was breathtaking. Imagine nothing but vast waves of clear blue sea, sky, mountains and white buildings as far as the eye can see.
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