I do not like Rome. This is not entirely Rome’s fault. I acknowledge that. But I do not like it.
I was leaving Napoli today. I last left off leaving Castel Sant’Elmo. I had to go back to my hotel and pick up my luggage. Dying, hot, sweaty, death.
I walked back over to Centrale to buy a train ticket to Rome. The next train was leaving in ten minutes, I wanted a tiny bit more time to do things like buy an ice cold drink (DYING, HOT, SWEATY, DEATH) and smoke a cigarette. I look at the later times and see prices €40 and up. What the hell, I thought it was going to be like €10. Then I notice the too-soon train is only €11.20. Perfect, I will take it. Who needs a cigarette and ice cold drink when you will be in Rome in about an hour for only €11.20?
Ugh. Did you know they have slow trains between Naples and Rome? I didn’t. I am now on a three hour train. I boarded late so there are no seats left. I am sitting outside between the two cars, burning hot. There is a guy selling cold water, he does not have change for a €20 bill. I don’t have anything smaller since I just put all my change and smaller bills into the ticket machine.
I did see some cool scenery though:
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