By the sweet Sorrento moon...

Italia! Che Bella!
Forgive my lack of updates, but as soon as I arrived in Naples I got too busy enjoying myself.
I stayed in a fantastic hostel called Fabric which is in an adorable (run by the Mafia) town in Naples called Portici. By the coast, no tourists (except for us hostelers) and most importantly... cheap cheap cheap food and clothes! Nearly blew my budget here.
I met some lovely Irish girls in the pool on the first night as we attempted to choreograph some simple syncronized swimming... when I say pool I actually mean blow up waist height wading pool. So after bonding over ... well, alcohol really, I decided to head off to The Isle of Capri with them the following day.
Capri is somewhat of a disappointment. I mean, It was beautiful and the water was exeptionally amazing, but there were SO many tourists it was hard to actually hear any Italian! And where were all the good looking men????
However, we managed to entertain ourselves eating gelato and trying to get invited on to one of the enormous yachts in the harbour. We were not successful.
So we caught the boat back to Sorrento where we happened to meet Andrea/Andrew in a little (huge) restaurant in town. This young man has lived in Sorrento all his life but due to his English mother has the broadest Northern London accent when he speaks English. Naturally we all flirted with him, recieved free drinks and his number.
The next day we headed off to Pompei which was pretty amazing. Unfortunately, half way through we got stuck in a HUGE summer storm. Lightning, thunder and bucket loads of rain. Unperturbed (for at least awhile) we continued through the city in search of the corpses... which eluded us. Finally, soaked to the skin and exhausted, we gave up and headed back to Portici.
After a shower, dry clothes and a fantastic pizza (and much wine) we ended up back at the hostel which was also a club. The owners were having a party and after mentioning I was a singer, one of them organised a couple of guitarists and before I knew it I was on stage singing Hendrix, Beatles and REM to a room full of drunk Italians and back packers!
The next day I parted ways with the Irish girls and headed off to meet an Aussie couple and an English girl in Sorrento. And considering calling my local contact.
Exhausted by this stage, I spent most of the time at the camping ground beach, lying in the sea or on the "oh so comfortable" rocks, working on my tan. Preparing myself for the following night... Italy vs France in the final.
But more on that tomorrow...