The Bay of Naples Classics Trip 2010
This trip started really rather well. Everyone got to Solefields on time, we left on time, our flight arrived on time. Then one of our number (who shall remain nameless) lost his passport. Somehow we all arrived at our hotel in the lovely town of Vico Equense in time for an hour and a half’s sunbathing on the boys’ balcony and the evening was spent in the town, eating about a lifetime’s supply of ice-cream and having our fair “Veneres” chatted up by scary Italians! Mr. Carr had the pleasure of sharing a balcony with us and listening to the laddish banter: “What did I ever do to deserve this?”
Our first full day was spent in and around Pompeii. We saw the amphitheatre before a spin around the town under the guidance of none other than Mr. Carr, managing to lose our way a few times in the process! As we were in southern Italy, things didn’t quite go according to plan with meeting our guide, but we all managed to take a bike around Pompeii in the afternoon, resulting in two rather spectacular injuries!
Now, Pompeii wasn’t even the Knightsbridge of the Bay of Naples, more like the Peckham (hence the 25 known brothels!). The next morning involved a trip to the more upmarket town of Herculaneum, the skies of which are seriously dominated by Vesuvius. The main purpose here was to see the baths, which were, even 2000 years later, beautifully decorated, but so dim!
Our climb up Vesuvius was certainly interesting, with our resident cross-country runner (Jake) reaching the very top from base-camp in 10:31 - not bad for about 25 degrees of heat and thinner air. As well as this, our attempts at making echoes at the top actually worked! The afternoon couldn’t have been rounded off in much better fashion than it was. It so happened that a bus pulled out of a cafe on the road up/down Vesuvius when it developed a motor-oil leak. As a result, we were stuck there for an hour. But what did we do? We lay on the hillside in the sun! After a brief sojourn in the Archaeological Museum of Naples, we had another evening at the hotel and in Vico Equense, thoroughly enjoying the good weather on our balcony.
A major trip highlight came on the next day, when we visited Solfatara. Walking in the crater of an active volcano is a somewhat unusual experience! The ground reaches 90 degrees centigrade 20 centimetres below the surface, and the air in the caves reaches roughly the same. The steam at the main fumerole is a truly awesome sight, especially when forced to condense: it’s no wonder that the Romans thought that it was an entrance to Hades. We also saw the Sybil’s cave and acropolis at Cumae, the amphitheatre at Pozzuoli and the cistern supplying the Western army with drinking water (which is now, unfortunately, empty).
It was a scenic drive on Tuesday, as we travelled to Paestum (aka Posodonia) via Amalfi. It was quite possibly one of the most beautiful drives I’ve ever taken. The sky was clear and you could see for miles. If you ignored the fact that we had a barrier about a metre and a half tall protecting us from a 50 metre dive into Poseidon’s maw, it was great!
Paestum, a Greek colony, was also well worth it - the temple of Poseidon there was truly awe-inspiring. All of them were!
The next day was, unfortunately, our last proper day there, but was spent rather well. We went on a trip to the lovely island of Capri, home to Emperor Tiberius’ retreat. It was a lengthy walk up hill and over dell to the top, but the views made all that pale into insignificance. After a scenic day, it was a lovely way to round off the trip to have dinner in Sorrento. The prize-giving ceremony might have slightly annoyed other diners (when 33 Sevenoaks students start whooping and clapping in a confined space you know about it!) but it was all very good fun.
And then, before we knew it, we were off, but to England. Let’s be honest, it can’t really compare to the Bay of Naples, can it? I think I speak for all of us when I say that it was a thoroughly brilliant trip. Our greatest thanks go to Mr. Carr, Mr. Grant and Ms. Gale for organising such a fantastic trip, and for injecting just that little bit of culture into our lives. This alone made it worth doing Latin, oh, and Pyramus and Thisbe...