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Roadkill?
I live near Naples, Italy. If you have a deathwish, you drive here.
I swear, going back to Hawaii or Florida and being stuck in a traffic jam will be PLEASANT compared to everyday driving here.
What are you DOING?!
HEY! You! Sir, I know you may have been driving nearly all your life, and may feel it doesn't require ALL of your attention...but PUT DOWN THE NEWSPAPER AND WATCH THE ROAD!
Backwards, forwards?
The first day I drove with my husband on the Autostrade (like an Interstate) where the speed limit is 130 kph (like 75 mph?), and some guy ahead of us STOPPED. DEAD. Just STOPPED. We went around him, and he REVERSED.
Apparently, he'd missed his exit a kilometer back.
Merge? WTF?
Merging here is like some kind of Double Dare challenge in Naples, and your life is at stake.
If, for some reason, a lane is narrowed down from three to two, and the word "merge" becomes something which must be done and not just some strange custom known only through urban legends...traffic will be backed up for a good ten miles.
Same goes for accidents (20 miles), construction (30 miles), and rain (depending on the time, you may be driving 5 kph all the way home).
How many lanes?
Most roads here are two-lanes.
Neapolitans can and will make them six lanes. This isn't counting the lanes created by mopeds.
But...who's driving?!
Neapolitans talk with their hands. A lot.
When they get angry, a lot of hand-waving goes on.
Someone pissed off the driver ahead of me so badly, he waved his arms and shook his fists for a good five minutes.
I want to know who was steering his car.
Honking required.
They (and we, since we live here) honk at anything.
"I'm passing you!" *Honk*
"Go faster!!!" *Honk*
"I hate rain!" *Honk*
"I just want you to know I exist!" *Honk*
If they don't honk, they flash their lights at you. In dark, poorly lighted roads, high beam flashing isn't uncommon and very hard to overcome once you've been suddenly blinded by them.
I'll have more later. LOTS more.
I live near Naples, Italy. If you have a deathwish, you drive here.
I swear, going back to Hawaii or Florida and being stuck in a traffic jam will be PLEASANT compared to everyday driving here.
What are you DOING?!
HEY! You! Sir, I know you may have been driving nearly all your life, and may feel it doesn't require ALL of your attention...but PUT DOWN THE NEWSPAPER AND WATCH THE ROAD!
Backwards, forwards?
The first day I drove with my husband on the Autostrade (like an Interstate) where the speed limit is 130 kph (like 75 mph?), and some guy ahead of us STOPPED. DEAD. Just STOPPED. We went around him, and he REVERSED.
Apparently, he'd missed his exit a kilometer back.
Merge? WTF?
Merging here is like some kind of Double Dare challenge in Naples, and your life is at stake.
If, for some reason, a lane is narrowed down from three to two, and the word "merge" becomes something which must be done and not just some strange custom known only through urban legends...traffic will be backed up for a good ten miles.
Same goes for accidents (20 miles), construction (30 miles), and rain (depending on the time, you may be driving 5 kph all the way home).
How many lanes?
Most roads here are two-lanes.
Neapolitans can and will make them six lanes. This isn't counting the lanes created by mopeds.
But...who's driving?!
Neapolitans talk with their hands. A lot.
When they get angry, a lot of hand-waving goes on.
Someone pissed off the driver ahead of me so badly, he waved his arms and shook his fists for a good five minutes.
I want to know who was steering his car.
Honking required.
They (and we, since we live here) honk at anything.
"I'm passing you!" *Honk*
"Go faster!!!" *Honk*
"I hate rain!" *Honk*
"I just want you to know I exist!" *Honk*
If they don't honk, they flash their lights at you. In dark, poorly lighted roads, high beam flashing isn't uncommon and very hard to overcome once you've been suddenly blinded by them.
I'll have more later. LOTS more.
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