Italy

Following our all too brief stay in Rome, we caught a train to the Southern Italian city of Naples (Napoli to the Italians). For the train, ride we were in first class compartments (I had bought the Eurail pass before finishing work) and each compartment had took six occupants. A requirement of inter-city trains is that seats must be reserved, so it came as a bit of a suprise to us for our entire compartment to be fully occupied with travellers with no room for luggage. Even more of a suprise, when 2 compartments along the rest of the 1st class was empty.

We eventually arrived at Napoli and headed to the hotel we were booked in to. It was on a tiny street, and overlooked an even tinier courtyard. After relaxing, we headed out to a pizzeria and had dinner (travelling seemed to have taken most of the day). End of day one.

Day two was spent wandering around the old town of Napoli, checking out the beach, a couple of churches and a couple of castles. Napoli has a totally different vibe to it than Rome, being much more laid back. One thing we did notice was that the people were just as friendly.

Day 3 should have been spent on an island such as Capris, however the night beforehand we had a few too much beer & wine and spent the morning recovering from hangovers. I don't know, it seemed like a good idea at the time but Italian wine does give pretty good hangovers.

Day 4 was the one I was most looking forward to. The original plan was to travel to Herculaneum, then Pompeii before finally climbing Vesuvious. A quick look at the map revealed that doing Pompeii first would be the best option, then Herculaneum and Vesuvious.

We caught the metro to Pompeii, bought the entry tickets (€18 for joint Pompeii and Herculaneum ones) and hired an audio guide. Walking in to Pompeii, was interesting as initially it looks quite small - however, like the Taris it seems to go on for miles. The map we got with the audio guide had buildings numbered starting at 1 up to about 50, so we started working through each. It was after about an hour, I glanced at the map and it said that the entire walk would take 6 hours to complete. After a quick chat, we decided to limit the number we would visit as we had to fit Herculaneum in. It was a pretty amazing place to visit and well worth your time, if you are in to Roman history.

Herculaneum is much smaller, and in places better preserved. The frescos and mosaics in particular were really beautiful to see. One thing I noticed that did disgust me was the amount of graffiti written by cretins scratching their names in to 2000 year old frescos; some of these had been done as recently as 1999. It astonishes me the behaviour of some people.

After Herculaneum, our feet were pretty tired so any ideas of climbing Vesuvious were cast aside. A beer or 3 would be much better...

After Nanjing, we caught a train back to Shanghai and then it was straight on to a plane to Singapore, where we had a couple of hours to kill before we got our flight to Rome. We arrived at the hideously early time of 7am after having flown overnight - Heather had managed to sleep, but as we were flying Singapore Airlines there was just too many movies for me to watch so I didn't get that much kip.

On arrival, we dumped our bags at the hotel we were staying in as our rooms weren't ready, and headed in to town. First stop was the Colluseum, as seen in the hammy movie Gladiator, and the nearby Forum. As a kid, I had read a lot about Roman history and it was a great experience to walk around the things that I had read about. While admiring the Colluseum, we also got to see the Aquaduct that used to transport water in to ancient Rome for the locals.

The following day, we went on a self-guided walking tour of Rome, looking at countless piazzas and Catholic churches. One such piazza housed the Fontana de Trebi (or something like that), where if you threw a coin over your shoulder into it, you would come back to Rome. Well, we had a couple of Yuan left from China, so they went over our shoulders. We will be coming back to Rome, except next time it will not be backpacking!

The last full day we had in Rome, we went to the Vatican. Neither Heather or I are particularly religious, but we considered it was something that needed to be visited. It was a vast sprawling complex, with a number of chapels inside it - we were fortunate to see a service being conducted in one, although not by the Pope (he didn't have lightning bolts coming from his fingers). One thing we noticed was that the statues of the earlier Popes had them in either very regal poses, or even more inappropriately, Christ-like poses. For instance, one statue had a Pope was carrying a large wooden cross. A bit of a God-complex going on there, I think. While in the Vatican, we also went to the Sistine Chapel where photography is prohibited. I saw someone else taking a photo, so decided that it wasn't enforced so pulled my camera out. Immediately, an official put his hand over my lens and told me to put it away. Deciding that discretion was the better part of valour, I turned it off. When he wasn't looking, I discretely took a picture of the Birth of Man (which actually isn't as big as I was lead to believe). I wasn't going to be beaten easily