So, you’ve already heard about our visit into the Nunziatella. Let me tell you about the trip to Napoli and then our departure after.
First, let’s set the background. Picture Spanish Harelm only 50 times more piha and bigger and THAT is Napoli.
Before driving to Napoli we were warned about hiding all of our valuables. We were told to hide our bags so that they were not visible, to put away our jewelry and to keep our cameras tucked in our bags. So we dutifully did as we were told. That’s the reason why none of us have many photos of the place. We get into the city and the place just screams bad juju. Everything is dark and black there. Nothing at all like Rome and even the ruins were tall, black and dreary. We couldn’t find the door locks and panic ran through the car. As soon as we found the button for the door locks we locked the doors and rolled up the windows. We got lost cause the place has terrible signage. We did notice that there were folks with jewelry and cameras walking around so we relaxed a bit and took some photos. Hence the count dracula castle you see in this posting.
Ok. So we finally find a safe place to park our car for three days without it getting ripped off or torn to parts and they kindly take us to the ferry port to get to Capri. We arrived stressed out but relieved that we found the place. So here’s the city from out on the sea as we leave Napoli.
That was our arrival into the city of Napoli. On our departure of Capri Island Kim requested that we find the Nunziatella Military academy which has been around for over 150 years. Kalakaua had sent James Kaneholo Booth to the academy from 1881 – 1884. Kaneholo died there during the Cholera epidemic that wiped out many Italian citizens.
Our drive to Nunziatella was CAAA-RAAAZY! We tried to read the maps however the things we were looking for had been in existence 100 years ago. The hotel that Kaneholo lived in had burned down and then the area it was in had been bombed during WWII. The street names in Napoli central were commemorative names of places that no longer existed. People didn’t know how to get to the Nunziatella. Finally after sending a Kanaenae to Kaneholo for assistance, Alohalani asked me to roll down my window so she could ask the person in the next car for directions. The dude was our saving angel. He said in Italian, “I’ll take you there. Just follow me.” Alohalani followed him like how a fly follows hum-ha. So let me explain something about Italian driving. The lines in the road are arbitrary. Just cause there’s three lanes doesn’t mean you have to stay within them. You are likely to find two or three cars side by side in one lane or driving simply on the line between two lanes. Everybody drives like that, including the cops! K, so we get on a turn about and we lose our angel. No can find him. Then, the next thing we know… Poof! The buggah reappears and is standing in the middle of the road. He again kindly points us in the direction we need to go. Bummers I didn’t get a picture of our savior but he sent us up this narrow single lane sized road where trucks, cars and buses drive.
We find a parking lot that says they are secure and then go to the Nunziatella praying that all our valuables will still be in the car when we return. Please see the other posts regarding the Nunziatella visit. I’ve got photos from within the Nunziatella establishment, but am unsure if we are allowed to post them. We didn’t ask so I’m not gonna do it. Here’s the building from the outside. Notice the HUGE door. Well there’s a small door within that huge double door that a military dude stands guard at. It’s like when you go to get the ‘ono Molokai cinnamon bread at 4 am in the morning from the Kanemitsu bakery’s secret alley door, yeah, li’dat.
Aww shucks. I gotta catch a flight. I’ll continue this story later. Stay tuned for part two of this story which will continue with the Napoli Ghetto, the truck with body parts and the one toothed Lady in Red.
(c) 2009 Kalei Tsuha