I still wasn't feeling 100 percent when I woke up this morning but I simply wasn't going to sit around and do nothing for another day. I got my act together and headed to
The train ride was worse than any subway ride I had ever taken. It was a holiday and there were about a million teenagers all headed to the beach. Some of them were sitting on the train floor and some were even smoking. Later in the day I heard that the window's had been kicked out of some trains.
When I was at
It took some time for me to stumble upon anything more than ruined buildings. The mosaics I found were stunning, if only in pieces. Many of the buildings were completely open to exploration. It was fun trying to guess what each room was used for and who may have lived here. Still, it was sad knowing that the people who were here died pretty horrible deaths.
Apparently the early archaeologists were more focused on retrieving the most beautiful mosaics and didn't care if they destroyed the other bits around it. This left a lot of things damaged and the context of many objects difficult to understand. Some of the structures had roofs built on them to help preserve them. A lot of research and conservation is being done on the site right now. Some of the mosaics were just amazing and I wonder if they will ever be able to dig out the rest of the city. Who knows what they might find.
When I went to grab my ticket for the ride back the man behind the counter blew kisses at me. I was glad that there was glass in between us.
After having seen both
In the back corner was a room called the secret room. You were meant to book ahead, but I just walked in and no one said anything. This room was filled with naughty statues, mosaics and other decorations. Most of it apparently came from brothels and taverns, but some of it was from rooms for rent and private gardens. This stuff was dirty.
Along with the mosaics I also really enjoyed the statues. Many of them were made out of the black rock from the volcano. Some of their eyes were painted blue and the stares were piercing.
In the basement was the oldest Egyptian collection in
I was done at this point and headed back to the hostel. I didn't notice the setup at first, but Giovanni had cooked dinner for everyone. We even had watermelon for dessert. After we had eaten he pulled out his guitar and started singing easily recognizable songs, mostly by the Beatles. He also made the Aussies sing a song about vegimite. Giovanni tried to get someone else to play guitar but no one else could. One girl mentioned that she played the violin. Giovanni disappeared for a moment and returned with one. He even passed out lyrics to Italian songs and we did our best to not murder them. After the second round of Funiculi Funicula most people turned in for the night. This really was like visiting Giovanni and not just crashing at a hostel.