Napoli - Sorrento

Tough start for the day, my Japan shell broke, there was no hot shower, and I didn't get any sleep because the big Italian guy snored loudly all night.

I walk over to the car parking garage in the city to get my bicycle where it had to be stored. I get everything set up and check my map and I find I have no internet. The shoes I brought were my old Camino shoes and I didn't realize that a piece of plastic is rubbing my achilles heel bloody, painful to walk on but it's okay as I'm biking. The problem with the gearing needs to be addressed at Decathlon and I'm going to get new shoes. I kind of figure out which direction to go by looking at the map without the internet. Old style. The first little incline is steep and short and I punch it. Snap! Broke the chain right off.

Oops, I now have a trifecta on my hands, I can't walk, I have little idea which direction to go in and I can't bike, so how do I get to Decathlon on this fine Sunday morning when everything else is closed?

There's a security guard for an office building talking to a drunk bum who got cleaned up by his brother yesterday so he looks okay but he is a total mess. The guard lets me use his mobile hotspot and I figure out it's a almost 3-hour uphill walk to Decathlon even though it's still in the city. I look around and see a taxi sign and the guard says yes you can call, and then he walks over to the sign because he realizes I can't call. How lucky can you get? There are two minivans at the taxi post and in less than a few minutes the bicycle and everything is inside and I'm on my way. The day is saved!

It's a poor half ass repair because they can't do anything on Sunday supposedly. But it's good enough to ride so I cool my heels and stop punching this bike. I'm not Wout van Aert after all.

The ride into Napoli was disappointing, however the ride out of Napoli was even worse. At least on the route that I took it felt like I wasn't in Italy, nothing is maintained, everything is poor, trash everywhere. I try not to let it affect my mood.

As soon as I get on the way to Sorrento everything changes, it's a tourist town and there is money and everything is kept nice and beautiful. Such an opposite, so close. I'm happy in my tent.Weiterlesen