BW: Consider me gone.
 You betta lava me now or lava me not I wasnÂ’t terribly impressed with Napoli on first site.... Off the bus in a shitty part of town, straight into the train station, out another and right up the hill into my room....trade off for the scenery of these rocky coast lines; you are always staying at the top of the rock....people were so very friendly and helpful ...another charming, architecturally fabulous city....5 minute rule violation at Da Pasqualiano hopped next door to Il Don Giovanni..seated maybe 5 meters away from other table...model, moviestar or basketball player?....Pizza Diavola, and a 1/2 liter of wine for 9 Euro, amazing....give it another night....Another city I was not planning on visiting; another city IÂ’ve fallen in love with..... room was unairconditioned, noisy, smelly...Would have cried a month ago, now, no biggie...woke up and booked another night...Bogus free breakfast and more fucking church bells.....finding espresso a complete pain in the balls...rooms closed from 10-2, are you fucking kidding me...laundry and innerwebs and a first class train ticket to Genova...a day in the shadow of Vesuvius....so much faux finish facade...down to the riviera...stopped in Borgo Marinero, which is does not feel a world away as described in the useless Lonely Planet guidebook.....PimmÂ’s Cocktail, Italian Style...in a rocks glass...PimmÂ’s, Ice, Orange Juice, Lemon Juice, Tonic, Lemon Wedge, Orange Wedge....maybe a bit too lemony, but still hit the spot on hot muggy day....Napoli riviera sucks....no cafes or bars after Santa Lucia...Duomo was all scaffolding....terrorism financed by selling by bogus Louis purses, D&G Belts, Chanel sunglasses and....rosaries and NY Yankee hats....Peroni train up to Pompei and Lemoncello, back...fantastic graffiti, hard to photograph given view from train......foursome with interracial midget triplet sisters easier to find in Naples than espresso...girls smoking and talking on cell phones as they Vespa by...too expensive to smoke anymore....0,65 EU for Marlboros in Montenegro, 4,5 here......back to Il Don Giovani...pizza Pescetere or something....pre packed, set alarms, one last smoke....
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