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Pompeii Calling

For me Pompeii always had a mystical aura around it.

To think, it was obliterated when it faced the fury of the Roman god of fire, Vulcan himself and then it rose like a Phoenix from its ashes and lava to become a legend.

Honestly, my imagination had run wild ever since I heard its story in school and don’t ever get me started on those grainy black and white photos of humans and animals frozen in surprise during their final moments. Nothing captures a teenager’s attention like macabre stuff.

Anyway the opportunity to see it all came last summer.

On Day 3 of my holiday, took the train from Rome to Napoli Centrale, Mami had bought the tickets earlier online.

From there we had to buy tickets for the local train, Circumvesuviana which would take us to Pompeii. I never realised purchasing tickets from a ticket counter would be easier said than done. We had a few anxious moments trying to figure how but eventually managed. Then it was just the matter of finding our way to the platform and waiting for the train.

Interestingly the Circumvesuviana reminded me of our local trains- they zipped in and out in quick succession, everyone raced in to grab a seat and they were mostly packed. We even came across an accordion player serenading the passengers in our train, for a tip naturally!

Disembarking with scores of other travellers at the Pompeii Scavi-Villa dei Misteri (quite a mouthful but that was the name on the board at the station), we were accosted with, “Pompeii/ Vesuvius tickets” and directed to an official looking counter at the station. It took us a while to figure out that the actual ticket counter for entering the ruins was further away.

By then it didn’t matter because we were already sold on the idea of a guided tour. The area was massive, no signboards to guide, the ruins looked remarkably same, the tour included the ticket price for Pompeii and there was a map. Also chances of getting lost on our own were pretty high.

That argument was pretty solid.

Soon we had a pretty guide, jauntily swinging her umbrella, shepherding our motley group at a cracking pace. We marched energetically behind her while she rapidly fired away bytes of information- History, mythology, architecture, commerce all coming together in a steady stream.

Her umbrella was a pointer and it also doubled as a beacon for the slow pokes and the shutterbugs. It was easy to lose her with many similar tour groups crisscrossing the area, most folks viewing the world through their camera lens.

The excitement was palpable as we walked through the gladiators cells and our pit stop, a magnificent amphitheater hardly looking its age.

I could visualise the combat in this arena, the elite and the poor sitting and cheering quite like in the movies and then trapped when the mountain erupted.

We walked on beautiful cobbled roads, strolled through well preserved villas, admired the much intact and bright frescos, sauntered into Roman baths, spotted bakery and shops.

There was a section with a few plaster casts of people and animals in their final moment reminding me of the photographs that had fired my imagination once upon a time.

They were not encased in lava like I thought earlier.

Surprisingly, the walk also included a quick stopover at a brothel. Seriously, the ancient Romans certainly knew how handy pictorial signboards would be especially where language was a problem. Although seeing them now required visions of a hawk and a great deal of concentration to decipher the faded graphics; unfortunately I didn’t have either.

Anyway, by the time the blistering walk ended, I was a hot pink and my fair skinned companions were an alarming shade of red. It just happened to be a scorching day reminiscent of an Indian summer.

Event Horizon!

Yet, one couldn’t deny the ‘pinch me, I’m dreaming‘ feeling.

I was standing in the shadow of Vesuvius, surrounded by temples dedicated to Jupiter, Juno, Minerva, Apollo, names I had only read in the books. Venus, goddess of beauty and love was actually the patron goddess of this city!

Then there was a mesmerising centaur in flesh or rather in metal, slap bang in the middle of the square.

It wasn’t a Pompeii relic, my guide hastily interjected, just some Polish guy’s exhibit.

Google now tells me that it is the work of the Polish Artist Igor Mitoraj.

It fitted into my dreamlike scenario of running into one in the country of the Roman Gods perfectly.

J.M. Barrie said ,”Dreams do come true, if only we wish hard enough.

My wish came true!

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19 thoughts on “Pompeii Calling

  1. A terrific post Sheetal, including some wonderful lines (loved the train image). I too have always been fascinated by Pompeii and the people encased in their last moment in lava. Are you saying that’s not the case ?!?!?!

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    1. Thanks Tina! Actually Pompeii was buried under tons of ash (hence perfect preservation) and I guess the people died horrifically but quickly. Over period of time, the layer of ash around the bodies calcified forming a mould. Someone had the bright idea of filling it with plaster and the rest is history. The expression are very much real!

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    1. So true Neil! One reads of them in school but nothing like travelling and seeing it all in person. Roman Civilisation was once at its peak, I’m happy I got a glimpse of it. Thank you for commenting, much appreciated!

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  2. I love how you were called to Pompeii by the grainy black and white photos – macabre stuff indeed! I can just picture your brisk and jaunty tour guide with her umbrella. I’m sure it was an amazing thing to see Pompeii. Great fun!

    Thanks for linking to mine. I’ll add your link to my next call to place on February 27. 🙂

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    1. A picture speaks a thousand words Cathy 😊! Never did I think I’d see it all in person someday. When the opportunity arose, old memories and the longing resurfaced. In spite of the terrible press (miles of ruins that look remarkably same, no information signs at the site, better ruins in India), I jumped at the chance. It turned out to be memorable.
      Thank you for your warm comments and the link!

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    1. Thank you Leya! Interestingly, all the trains running to and fro on this line had similar graffiti painted on its sides and I couldn’t resist clicking one in motion. The amphitheater of course is just magnificent! I’m happy they fitted the bill.

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  3. Sounds like the tour was well worth it. I’ve always wanted to see Pompeii too, ever since Latin class in high school. Seems like they’ve been working on it forever, they ought to have it better marked out by now so people could better understand what they’re looking at without being herded around by tour guides. I think I’d prefer wandering on my own, with plenty of time for photos and just absorbing all that history.

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    1. Thanks Jill for your engaging comments. All what you say is true; there wasn’t much lingering and if you stopped to click, you’d miss some bit. Still in their defence, from what I understand, the site is massive. In fact our tour covered only a fraction of it although the option was there for one that covered more. Anyway, it definitely needs some kind of a guide to make sense. So yes! I’m all for better markings, a huge help even if one is a part of a guided tour. 😊

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  4. Super pictures, Sheetal. I just tried to leave a comment on the post about the caves, the one where you linked to our Weekly Prompts Aesthetically Appealing challenge, but the Comments box appears to have disappeared! 🙂

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