December,
Naples 1976. I was alone, staying in a pensione out by Mergellina. I was
sharing a room with an Australian who asked if I wanted to go up Vesuvius with
him. I looked at Vesuvius across the bay and said no because there were dark
clouds swirling around the mountain and I didn’t want to get wet. He went on
his own and the clouds became a storm and he was struck by lightening and didn’t
come back.
Instead of
climbing the volcano I agreed to buy a ticket for the boat out to Capri from a
girl who was also staying in the pensione. She was called Helga and she turned
up at everywhere I went. I met her first in Genoa then in Rome and now she was
in Naples. After that she turned up in Igoumenitsa, Athens and finally
Belgrade. I don’t know what happened to her after that.
Anyway I
bought the ticket she said she couldn’t use and during the thunder storm that
finished off the Australian I set out for Capri. It was a small boat carrying
mostly stuff rather than people although there were a few old ladies in black there
too with bundles of ….. stuff. There was a small truck with a pig tied up in
the back of it, and it sat on one side of the deck with nothing to balance it
on the other side.
As soon as
we hit the open water with the boat sitting low and lop-sided in the water I
started to panic. I concluded that this was the end of me but the old ladies looked
unperturbed. The wind picked up as did the waves and we pitched and the pig
squealed a bit but the ladies just moved their tongues around their toothless
mouths a bit, gumming rather than on plugs of tobacco, and spitting it over the
side.
The rain
blew straight into my face as did spray from the sea each time we plunged down
into it. Clouds came down to obscure the island we were headed for till
eventually it disappeared in the grey, dismal mist. Thunder rumbled and I got
uselessly angry with Helga and wished I’d gone up Vesuvius instead although I
didn’t know that one of those thunder claps was a follow-on from lightening
that had struck the Australian.
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