Nice to see another Sotonian being a fan of The Man in Seat 61.
I got my Sicilian driving licence thanks to three days of driving in the Palermo rush hour - itβs wacky races on speed
But it works somehow and after a while you start to get it - a indicator means I am about to move into that space, it might be wise not to be in it when I go
Every junction is a filter in turn even on red lights
Ignore the scooters - they know the risks and they will avoid you
Once you comprehend this then it actually becomes quite fun
Thatβs the warm up before the proper test, which is central Naples. Two hours of sweat and terror behind the wheel of a hired Fiat Uno, fucking hell that was a baptism of fire.
Ever tried to walk across a pedestrian crossing in Naples?
Suicide!
Traffic lights, strictly optional.
You have to stride out like you own the road
He probably does own the road.