Dog On Motorcycle – Italy through the eyes of a motorcyclist and his awesome dog – Part 3.

In Part I and II of our series we have learnt about what it’s like to go on a round trip with a motorcycle and a biker Beagle on board – an extraordinary adventure. Through the eyes of Gyuri and his dog, Brigi we got a nice picture of the beautiful and romantic Tuscany and Rome. Now the journey continues. The adventurous couple is heading south along the leg of the Stivale (Boot).

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Finding our way out of the capital took a little time. I planned our next stop somewhere near Naples. We travelled along the coast, which seemed beautiful sometimes but I wouldn’t call it amazing. I bought a spongy sausage sandwich at a buffet in a parking lot – the menu list was short, just the casual junk food. Then we arrived to Naples in no time.

If I would like to see a certain place, I always choose to find a campsite before the visit. I prefer to go on sightseeing during the day not after sunset. This time I was eager to see the Mount Vesuvius and Pompei but a shocking experience left me empty handed... The original idea was to take photos of the Vesuvius from the ’terra firma’ with the sea and the sunset in the background. I didn’t make it. On one hand the volcano looks more like a mountain, on the other hand the unusual sight of the terrible amount of trash nearby just gave me the blues.

In the light of the unpleasant events it made no sense to me to take another pause until Sorrento. Initially I wanted to visit Pompei - instead I passed by the site on my motorcycle since there was no time to turn back. I had to move on. I found a campsite easily near the road, though the traffic was a real disaster through the last 10-20 kms of the trip. I had to fight my way through it and by the end of the day I realized how long it had been. We travelled approximatley 400 kms within 10 hours.

Italy seemed a totally different place – like it was somehow twisted - after we left Rome and headed to the South. The staff was extremely nice and friendly and they gave my the pitch right next to the camping warden’s home, so I was honored to watch the typical family drama from the ringside seat – followed by the Italian volume turned-up quite loud. And the site hosted a bunch of cats... I was a little bit worried about them, kept an eye constantly on Brigi (she’s not a great fighter). Not surprisingly, I could buy an authentic neapolitan wafer from an automat (it’s cheaper at home). All in all, I had to content myself for the simple pleasures of camping. However I made up my mind and tried to soup up the gastronomic experience with a box of ready-to-eat (but at least original) Italian pasta. 

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Get ready for the next part of the extraordinary couple’s adventure.