|Hotel Ideal on Piazza Garibaldi, Naples|
We took a train - Circumvesuviana - from Piazza Garibaldi to Ercolano Scavi, then a minibus to near the mountain's summit, walking up for another 20 minutes to the edge, where a path runs half way around the circumference of the crater. Vapour rose lazily to meet the gathering clouds.
Later we went down to Herculaneum - destroyed and buried by the eruption of Vesuvius in 79AD
But between the ascent of the mountain and our walk around Herculaneum, Lin visited casualty in Torre del Greco. She fell on the path near the rim of the mountain, leaving a gout of blood on the tufa gravel.
"Oh no no" she said, momentarily spreadeagled on her front, almost sobbing "I've spoiled everything"
I helped her up, swiftly assisted by a sweet guide called Antonio, who gave us a lift in his little car, parked by the Guide hut, back to the minibus a few hundred feet of zigzag below, while Lin applied copious kitchen roll paper to her bleeding lip. In the hospital, where Lin was seen almost at once, two young doctors inserted several stitches, and gave her a small bag of ice to press to her mouth.
|Torre del Greco|
That evening we met up with my nephew Jamie and Maria living high up in Naples, to enjoy a meal at busy Pizza Starita on Materdei.
|Past its ancient prime|
|Piazza Garibaldi in the rain|
We walked to our hotel from Cavour as the trains ceased long before midnight and buses were scarce. On the way we found ice cream, cold tasty chocolate in the rain. Bedtime reading a Naples police procedural These Dark Things by Jan Merete Weiss and - perhaps one of the finest guidebooks I've come across - Gomorrah by Roberto Saviano - about modern Naples but also the rest of the world.