Skoozie a not-so-pushy Canadian is coming through.

There is no need to seek clarification when you use public transportation in Italy. As you'll just never know. You have to be in for a ride. It's a good thing if you're on board; this means you're going somewhere. To where, well you'll have to wait and see.

We took a full day to wander the ruins of Pompeii.

We weren't in a rush to get anywhere. We strolled through the straight streets of the town preserved by volcanic ash. We stood in awe, our mouths agape, when we stumbled across a corner of a vinyard that had the plaster casts of the remains of human beings, you can see the body language of struggle before death.

I stood wide eyed at the outdoor two thousand-year-old fresco of the Goddess Venus that looks like it was painted last year.

We toured the training facilities and battlegrounds where gladiators put their lives on the line, purely for the entertainment of the elite.

The large stone slab streets, today, show chariot ruts. I let my mind wander to wonder about the people and their stories that used to wander these streets so very long ago.

Outside the gates to the ruins of Pompeii my imagination was no longer allowed to wander. We needed to get home. Back to our hotel in Sorrento. The very reality of the moment was trasportation. And our 40 minute train ride back to the resort community was abruptly cancelled two stops in.

After a long process of syphening through the furious words in Italian being catapulted at the ticket office by our fellow commuters; it was clear the train would NOT be running to Sorrento.

There were no announcements. No delegates directing commuters to buses. NOTHING. We were completely on our own.

If there is one thing this country has taught me about getting what you need, it's don't queue - push. So, we pushed to the front of a group who seemed to be ravenous for a taxi. We grouped ourselves up with others heading in our direction. And before long we'd agreed to pay €70 between us to have the driver take us the 30km distance. Yes, we were desperate.

But we're where we need to be. Sadly it was a rockslide that severed the train line. So, again we're s.o.l to find our way to Napoli for our train to Florence tomorrow. Well, I'll go against what my culture and push my way to the front again if I have to.