Monday, 25
June. We checked out of our pensione
after breakfast ($18 for four nights). We could
not resist one more stroll through Brass Alley
before we left Naples. We bought two more
braziers, these without hoods ($3 each). Then we
drove to Mt. Vesuvius.
Once off the highway, the road to the volcano
was lined with olive groves. Jane spotted a few
tables in a field around a shack with a sign for
olives. We stopped there for lunch, for Jane
consisting entirely of assorted olives.
Fortunately for Darrell, who hated olives, he
was able to get a dish of pasta, swimming in
olive oil, of course, but delicious. The
proprietor was very friendly and seemed
delighted that we spoke Italian.
Then we drove on to the base of Vesuvius. The
historic Funiclar (1880) had been knocked out by
an eruption in 1944 and replaced by a two-person
chairlift in 1953. The attendants at the lift were very
friendly, too, and spoke of their gratitude for
the Americans' liberating them during World War
II. They helped strap us into the chair, but as
it started to move they held it back and cried
“tip, tip." Darrell quickly dug up some lire for
them, and we were on our way. Although we had
already travelled widely in Europe, this was the
first time we ran into people actually demanding
a tip. It happened many more times in the next
few days.
The chair lift took us quite high up Vesuvius,
so there was not much climbing to get to the rim
of the crater. As we got off the lift, an old
man immediately appointed himself our guide,
whether we wanted one or not. There was a great view in all
directions. Vesuvius had not erupted since 1944,
but we still felt a bit uneasy as we walked down
the path well into the crater. There were no
railings or ropes to guide or constrain us.
There was hot air coming out of vents in several
places, and the smell of sulfur was strong. Our
guide blew cigarette smoke into the vents so we
could actually see the air coming out. Of
course, we tipped the guide, and when we
boarded the chairlift for the ride down, Darrell made
sure to have tips ready, top and bottom. On
the drive back to the highway, we bought a few
bottles of local wine. We had heard that the
volcanic soil made it quite unique. Then we
headed for Pompeii, about 20 miles to the
southeast..
Pompeii was a fairly large city (pop. 12,000) on
August 79 A.D., when Vesuvius erupted and ash, pumice, and other
volcanic debris poured down on the city. Many
were killed, but those who fled in the early
stages of the eruption were able to escape.
Surges of pyroclastic material and heated gas
reached the city the next morning and quickly
asphyxiated any residents who were still alive.
Additional pyroclastic flows and rains of ash
followed, bringing a total of more than nine feet of
debris. These flows swept southeast from
Vesuvius, sparing Naples, only 14 miles to the
northwest, but destroying other cities more than
twice as far away, as well as killing many
people who had fled.
Pompeii's sudden burial served to protect it
from vandalism, looting, and the weather for the
next 17 centuries. Although the ruins of Pompeii
were discovered before those of Herculaneum,
systematic excavation did not begin at Pompeii
until 1748, ten years later than at Herculaneum.
By the time we got to Pompeii, it was after 2:00
p.m. The temperature must have been close to 100
degrees in the sun, and Pompeii was always
sunny. There were no trees or tall buildings to
provide shade. When we got there, we were the
only tourists. Our tickets cost L.500 ($0.80)
each. The amphitheater (70 B.C.) was close to
the entrance, so we visited that first. It is
one of the best preserved in the world. It could
seat 20,000 spectators, more than the entire
population of Pompeii. Continuing on our way, we
found Pompeii's two theaters; the Teatro Grande,
an open-air amphitheater where plays were
performed; and the smaller Odeon, roofed and
used for poetry and musical performances.
Just north of those were the Stabian Baths, the
cities oldest. Nearby was the Lupanare, a
two-story brothel with five private rooms on
each floor. The Forum baths were a couple of
blocks further along, on the north end of the
Forum. These baths were newer and more ornate.
We proceeded south into the Forum, a large
square with triumphal arches, temples, and many
other public buildings. Thought to be the oldest
structure within the ruins, the Temple of Apollo
had Etruscan origins, but was later modified by
the Greeks, and then by the Romans. The
Basilica, used for pullic functions and
meetings, was the largest public building,
At this point, a solitary guard appeared and
became our personal guide for the last two hours
of our visit. Although we had a pretty good
guide book, we were very happy to have him. He
had quite a personality. With great confidence,
he immediately identified Jane as Italian and
Darrell as English. He only spoke Italian, but
that was no problem for us. He not only led us
to and explained the more interesting sites, but
he also had keys to all sorts of locked exhibits
that he was only too happy to open for us.
We already had been about to head north out of
the Forum to the principle residential area, and
he led us in that direction. Across the street
from the Forum Baths was the House of the Tragic
Poet, fairly small in size (about 15 rooms), but
famous for its elaborate mosaic floors and
frescoes depicting scenes from Greek mythology.
It shoud be noted that most of the original
artworks from all the houses in Pompeii have
been relocated to the National Archaeological
Museum where we had seen many of them earlier).
By contrast, the House of the Faun, our next
stop, was one of the largest and most impressive
private residences in Pompeii. In fact, it was
one of the most luxurious aristocratic houses
from the entire Roman republic. The original
Alexander Mosaic (mentioned earlier), depicting
Alexander the Great's victory over the Persians
was found in this house.
We continued on to the House of the Vettii,
another very large residence. By careful
excavation, almost all of its many wall frescos
had been preserved and were still on site. We
thought this would have been our first choice as
a home to live in if we were back in old
Pompeii. All in all, we thought the homes we visited in
Pompeii were the best part of the tour.
By now it was getting late and we had already
been in the hot sun for nearly four hours.
Although the ruins were open until dusk (about
another three hours), we decided we had had
enough. We probably had walked close to two
miles here already, and it was a mile back to the
entrance. Our guide led the way back,
entertaining us all the way with information
about Pompeii. For example, he pointed out how
some of the streets had deep ruts where wagon
wheels (or chariots) had worn away the stone.
As we neared the main entrance, he told us he
had something really special to show us. Using
his key to open a large plywood door, he took us
into the Garden of the Fugitives, only recently
discovered, not mentioned in our guide book, and
still not open the the public. Here were the
bodies of 13 victims of the eruption, killed
while trying to flee. (The bodies were found in
three separate locations and put in a single
display.)
Finally at the entrance, we said goodbye to our
guide and warmly thanked him for his help. He
never asked for a tip, but we probably gave him
more because he did not. By now it was almost
6:00, and we still had to drive 20 miles along
the south coast of the Sorrento Peninsula to the
town of Sorrento.
It was a beautiful drive but slow going through
the many coastal towns and villages. We checked
in to the Vesuvio Hotel on the outskirts of
Sorrento just before 7:00.. It was a small (5
floors), very modern (built 1958) condo-type
building with a balcony for every room. Our
first floor room (second floor in the U.S.)
overlooked a large lime grove. Although the
blossoms were mostly gone, the fragrance of
limes permeated the air. It was heavenly,
especially compared to our pensione in central
Naples. Because of the hour, we had dinner at
the hotel. We also signed up for a tour of Capri
the next morning (L.3,600 each, about $6,
including a large lunch).
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