Andiamo a Napoli - Jetting off to Naples
Saturday October 6th. Wee hours of the morning - barely four actually. My phone rang, my radio blared out Eels music, I emerged of a short sleep. Slide down the ladder, into my trousers. Shirt on. All set to go. Rats, where's my phone? It's hard to think straight with only 3 hours of sleep.
I fumble about the bedsheets and finally find the rascal. Just in time too: the cab driver calls me up to confirm the address. 141B, yes that's on the station's side of the football ground. I'll be down in a minute.
A truck having burned down on the A12, we've got to take a detour. The driver speeds down a small countryside road. Gets the adrenaline shooting. Better wake up call than any espresso this side of Milan.
One turn, two turns, and finally Stansted. Two full hours before expected departure time. Plenty of time to grab a few snaps. The planes on the tarmac are all being readied for another round of extensive European travel. The actual strip seems clear of any traffic. However, the terminal is filling up steadily. Travellers from all over: businessmen, families, couples eager to clinch onto the last bits of summerly warmth.
Time to board the plane. Switch the PC off. See you in Italy!
