Blagging

I have fallen desperately in love, with southern Italy. After an amazing boat ride (what a luxury way to travel!) that had a swimming pool and full out leather seats, I met up with two Essex girls (who are not typical Essex girls, aka no long fake nails and white shoes) we traveled together to Napoli where they reluctantly left me to fend for myself among the pickpockets all aimed at tourists. Luckily, my hostel was on the outskirts of Napoli in relative safety and had some very interesting people (cheers to Davide) who I chatted with until 5am, then woke up at 7am (what a night) to go to Pompeii with my new British travel mates. Pompeii was exceptional and like nothing I've seen before, we spent the day walking around in awe and heatstroke conditions, and then came the blagging.

They (Katie and Mikaela, the brits) had a little cabin in a campground in Sorrento (an hour away on the bay of Napoli) with coastal view and privacy (which never happens in hostels) and we wanted to sneak me in. Blagging is brit-speak for BS-ing your way through something. Basically, I walked in aiming to sneak down to their cabin but the guys at reception stopped me (big backpack for a non-customer is a little wee bit suspicious me'thinks). So, after tearfuly saying I got robbed blind in Napoli and needed to speak to my friends from the boat, they let me on to the site on the condition that I leave my bag there. Back at the site, we schemed how to get me in so that we could split the bill 3-way and make it cheaper than 35/person per night. We went back and sobbed to reception that I was robbed blind and had nowhere to go and no money and could I please stay with them, I cried a little (damn good acting my friends, damn good), and they let me stay for free since the Brit girls were only taking up two beds of a 4 bed cabin. Then for night two, Mikaela (one of the brit girls) asked the reception guy if there were lockers at the train station because me (being "moneyless") was planning to sleep there and then continued with how she was worried and is it safe to sleep at a train station etc. Finally the guy said, no let her stay with you two for free since she hasn't got any money etc. So instead of paying an overpriced 35 each for the cabin, with the BEAUTIFUL view, we payed 23 each, totally decent for what we got, and had a fabulous time in our little wood-log house thing. Great time. Of course, for all the money we saved there we got scammed ourselves by this dodgy Capri tourguide.

Ah Capri. I could have stayed there forever. I took the chair-lift (what a ride) and saw the whole bay of Napoli and Mediterranian spread out in front of me. What an experience.

Now, I'm in Roma (my own little Roman Holiday n'est-e pas Nessa?) and should stop typing and get exploring since a lifetime is not enough for Rome let alone 3 days. Off I go. My love to you all back home, I have loads of photos to post on facebook when I get back.

Ciao,
Petra

PS -Keep on blagging. If any country is a place to take advantage of being a girl, its Italy where the Bambinos on scooters will lay themselves at my blonde feet. Heh. (Thats how we got a 25 euro taxi for 10, pretty smiles and blonde hair)