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).

Sweating ice

Colorful post-nuclear coaches welcome pre-industrial passengers (or vice versa).

Living people in a dead train

Death comes when you’re eating. Quite rightly.

Dietary recommendation

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.

What our dear friend Federica considers appropriate for tea time

Cuckoo clocks are essential in every Neapolitan home.

What our dear friend Federica would like to atomise

An apologetic portrait of Vladimir Putin, the recently elected new Mayor of Naples (also Emperor of Austrionesia).

Yeah, Putin is OK (we already knew it)

A fist of colours in the very heart of Naples (Homeless? Squat!).

The Town Hall (or what it will become)

Department life. You need all the books you see in the picure to understand why Windows is so shitty.

Laughing at WIndows 8 (absolute crap)

Praise to the coffee almighty.

The Almighty

These two guys asked us to take a picture of them. Done!

Mont Vesuvius