Twenty five.

Napoli is incredible. A “shit hole” but a place full of vibrancy and life. As our trucks took the winding, roofed roads into the city after a slow 5 day drive, I knew instantly that this place was special.

Yes, the streets are covered in litter (possibly remnants of Napoli having won Seria A two weeks before), and yes, the place stinks of piss and shit, but that’s because we were down in the ghetto, surrounded by fast-talking people and those pesky scooters I wrote about last week.

But eve...