It was only a matter of time.
Just like in South East Asia when I came down with a serious case of temple fatigue, I’ve now got a terminal case of ruin fatigue.
I did pretty well, I’ve been to Ephesus, Delphi, Olympia, Rome and Pompeii.
Pompeii was the tipping point.
They advised me that if I wanted to do it properly it would take me eight hours.
I did it in three.
The fact I hadn’t slept didn’t help, especially with negotiating swarming crowds and clustered tour groups on uneven cobblestone paths.
But don’t get me wrong, Pompeii does give you a real sense of early Roman life, thanks to the town being preserved under volcanic ash and rock after Mt Vesuvius blew it’s lid in 79AD.
Although, I’m sure the victims wouldn’t see it that way.
As for the archeological treasures of Pompeii, they live at a museum in Naples.
Some are even housed in a ‘Secret Room.’
It should really be called the ‘Room of Ancient Porn’ but I guess ‘Secret Room’ is more child-friendly.
No, I don’t have a sick mind and I can assure you even the old academics wandering around were laughing just as much as I was.