Eating bread from street vendors is contraindicated, because the bread may have been baked in ovens fueled by recycled coffins.
Bread has traditionally been called the staff of life, but I guess in Naples it might more appropriately be called the staff of death.
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For that matter, don't eat the jambon sammiches at that nasty little shop by the USO, at Fleet Landing, Naples. You remember? The one by the dumpsters?
They had to give me suppositories and two bags of IV fluid to stop the puking and all the other vile results of dysentery!
I never was a Med sailor save for one trip in late '83 around the time of the Marine Barracks Bombing in Beirut, when I cross-decked from USS Guam (LPH-9) to USS Nassau (LHA-4) off the coast of Lebanon itself.
After being stationed in Rota for three years, my wife took duty in Keflavik Iceland in preference to Naples, which was my choice. We divorced not long after.
Naples is a great place, otherwise. Good food out in town, beautiful people and lotzza history. Worth a visit.
I never made it to Kef. That's where they sentenced bad AW's for a year. Did the WESTPAC thing and a couple Med cruises, all small boys.
Just that one bad experience I mentioned above.
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