Mihiri had me knowing that the schedule of the day was tight and we had no time for me lolling around aimlessly. We took a ferry from Naples port to the isle of Capri, where the famous (well I didn't know about him...) Swedish doctor and writer Axel Munthe lived.

Capri and the dead Swedish doctor

At Capri port there was first some commotion before finding out where to get bus tickets. We eventually boarded this really small bus (along with plenty of other tourists) and headed up the mountain side. The road is too narrow for normal traffic so the bus driver had to stop some times (and back up other times). I was impressed by the fact that the screaming engine took us all the way up to our destination, a kind of small market square with signs pointing toward Munthes museum.

When walking around inside I observed no real evidence of Swedish history (= not a single word in Swedish) but the souvenir shop actually had his book in Swedish as well as a small midsummer pole on a stand. Good enough for me. Mihiri bought the book.

We strolled around a while enjoying the view. The photos looks like they are from a helicopter but no - this is the real deal.

We survived the bus trip downhill (make no mistake - you have to hold on with both hands, hence no pictures from the bus trips), took a beer at a place with Internet connection where after we went with a speed-ferry back to our ship at Naples port.

Pizza-time!

We had some time to spare so we decided to try out the famous Pizza. Fairly close to the harbor we found Pizzeria Re Alfonzo and there ordered one each.

Now we didn't have much time left but Mihiri wanted to go to a supermarket to buy water and chocolate. Where after we almost had to run to the ship. We got back on board just a minute after the "all on board time". Close one.

Mr.Italia strip-tease

The dinner tonight had an Italian theme. Everyone wore something green, red or white. During dinner, they started playing music and suddenly the waiters asked the dinner guests do dance with them. Mihiri got asked twice.

Later in the evening we went to a small dance floor where, apparently, they were to elect "Mr Italia" who should be "very macho". Some of the staff started to pull me up on the floor but I managed to avoid it by insisting I was not Italian and put my heels in the floor.
The audience were to crown Mr. Italia who had to make a upper body strip-tease, do some push-ups, climb a pole and dress up as a woman. There was an old guy (75?) participating and though he didn't seem to be up to speed with the events the audience loved him. Especially when he started, to the horror of the staff, to take off his pants... There were no question who had to win!