Mount Faito. Campania. Atop the summit. Holidays last day. In the cable car, on the way up, subway-sardined into the centre space, with no view, I swore, it was going to be different on the way down. With no reason to come back again, and as I’d made it this far, I would make it memorable, for sure. I had planned it all. Video on phone, camera snapping, the rest eyeballed. There was to be a poem, story, or drawing that these recordings would augment. No time at the top. Story of my life. Being picked up at the hotel in a few hours and so up and straight down - but this, in my mind, meant it would be an empty descent. Damn - four old, stocky sisters in front of me, a dad with screaming kids behind. An English sandwich on Italian bread. The pilot/driver unlatched the gate and the rush to get the best spot was such that everyone seemed to forget how the cable could snap, and send us all to a horrible death, in mere seconds. The kids would forget the view. Sisters, too busy chatting. I should have stuck out my elbows, sucked up the insults I couldn’t understand, but for some reason, I just didn’t.
The view from Mount Faito, Campania, Italy. August 2023. Nikon d750
I'm sure that everybody was too ruddy busy checking their FB status, Twitter ( X or whatever they're calling it now ) to even take photographs & / or videos of the scenery. Ah, progress.....