Play it safe (Naples, again)
After our trip across Namibia, it was time for something more exotic. Naples seemed the right choice. Aware of our unjustifiable attachment to this urban monstre, we failed to hide our enthusiasm (we even enjoyed flying with Ryanair) and went through all the pervasive folklore without anthropological pretensions. Our hunting: horrible children, unpredictable academics, good friends and delicious patisseries. Also got a positive impression from this Scandinavian island called Capri (see picture below, don’t forget to bring your balaclava).
Colorful post-nuclear coaches welcome pre-industrial passengers (or vice versa).
Death comes when you’re eating. Quite rightly.
In Naples, a big sardine-like fish is given to guests between 5 and 6 PM. To please your host, stand up and start eating the dead creature from the head.
Cuckoo clocks are essential in every Neapolitan home.
An apologetic portrait of Vladimir Putin, the recently elected new Mayor of Naples (also Emperor of Austrionesia).
A fist of colours in the very heart of Naples (Homeless? Squat!).
Department life. You need all the books you see in the picure to understand why Windows is so shitty.
Praise to the coffee almighty.
These two guys asked us to take a picture of them. Done!