I told ya'll before that Napoli at night did not feel like a safe place. One of the younger guys on our trip didn't go out with us the night before because he had read that this was one of the most crime heavy places in Italy. There are a couple of factors that play into that though, #1 the mafia is legit, and #2 the current economic standing of Italy has caused a drastic rise in crime. I laid in bed in Rome the first night and watched the news, not understanding a lick of what was verbally said, until suddenly I recognized they were talking about a fight that broke out between police and I am assuming a protestor who was either badly hurt or killed in the situation...and it occurred in Barberini. Right where we were a few hours earlier. I was nervous. The goal was to never end up in the midst of a protest from that point forward, luckily we never saw one...and we didn't go looking either.
So as you can imagine finding a restaurant this night was a chore. The first one we went to had a sign that said American and French menus. That alone through me off the ledge, I had read somewhere that when they start in on the touristy English menus you will be paying much more. And I held that menu and looked that waiter in the face and said forget it, it costs too much. He argued back in English, and I think poor Jeremy nearly died. But like I said I was hungry, tired, sick of carbs, and still in pain. We were all in pain from the walking up and down ancient streets. Not a good combo.
Jeremy ordered the pasta in the pic above, I tasted it and it is the one pasta dish we had that I think was amazing. Who knows what it was though, I sure can't remember. It is nothing I have ever heard in the states at least.
After that the pictures end for the night, and for good reason. I went from casually walking with the group to constantly worrying someone would grab me. And they did a few blocks later. I literally thought "I need to hold onto my purse and camera" and a block later had a reason to think that.
As we crossed a street the guys crossed first and I was at the head of the girls. I know we weren't supposed to stall, we were told to just walk no matter what. But I just couldn't, as Jeremy crossed the two men on motorcycles reved their engines and threatened to hit him. The bike seriously stopped right at his leg. I just couldn't do it so I paused. Worse decision of the night! The biker drove through our group, shoving his hand into my chest, and gripped my purse and camera strap. He then floored it, while still holding onto me.
It all happened so fast I couldn't react past pulling back on my purse and camera, I was wearing them cross-body and he was about to take me with him if he pulled again. The guys weren't facing me, but the girls got the full view. Luckily the biker let go, he was going to wreck himself if he pulled me any harder, crotch rockets just don't have the ability to balance while carrying human dangling at its side.
In case you are wondering he didn't get anything. If he had he would have had a Sam's card and some Bath and Body Works lotion. Jeremy was carrying all of our money for that very reason-but I will get into how to carry money when I post at the end about travel tips for Italy.
After that the guys decided we, the girls, should walk on the inside of the street, while they walked beside us. I think they were a little creeped out because they were giving up directions to walk on certain sides depending on how many people were in the street and if there were bikes involved.
One block later though we realized that the Vespa behind the motorcycle from earlier was following us. Seriously following us. As we came to every new street block he would pull up, stop, and watch us for a second, and then speed away. We assumed he was just making the blocks, because every block he was back watching us again. This went on for probably a mile. Even to the point where when the last person stepped though the tiny doorway to Napoli Centrale Colby noticed him watching us go into the B&B. That freaked me out far worse than the mugger. We went from walking a casual pace to nearly running back to the hotel.
Funny enough, when we got back inside Jeremy asked if I wanted to go out and get McDonald's like I had planned. I obviously answered no, and he offered to go alone. I vetoed that one as well. There was no way I was, or was letting anyone else go out into the streets that night again. Had we not just been stalked back to the hotel then maybe, but that guy stood a good 1/2 mile between me and my Big Mac and I wasn't going to risk it.
So I went to bed hungry and dying to watch tv in English. I was left with Teen Mom and a few granola bars to get me though the night.
Next post: Train Strike...change of plans.