Transportation is closed. Taxis line the road by the exit.
Signs proclaim: Thirty Euro, anywhere inside the Aurelian Wall!
Drivers disagree, claim fifty. No beds at the airport.
Offer forty, the cabbies hide in the cabby cave.
Close eyes for five seconds. Open eyes again.
Still no beds at the airport.
Part with 50 euros, nearly our lives. They drive just like I was afraid they did. Their fear lies not with the rain.
It is awesome.
"You know cops? Poleezmen? You know, BAD BOYS BAD BOYS NA NA NA NA NA?"
"Yeah, cops, yeah..."
"BAD BOYS BAD BOYS... it's like cops, but there are no cops! HAHAHA!"
proceeds to drive across Rome in the manner of a suicidal carrier pigeon
We drive past the hotel and begin to check for addresses. Hotel is on a one way street.
Cabbie has a deeper understanding of what one way means. One way means the car has to point the same way as the arrow. High tails it in reverse for about half a mile to the front of hotel.
Bags are unloaded. Stomachs settle. Arrangements are finalized.
There is a neato elevator. It fits 3 people cozily, and once it's on its way somewhere, the carriage never stops until it has dropped off eager passengers.
Our room is very nice. There is a fold out bunk bed. Also very neat. That and a king sized bed. Everyone's comfy. Dormerunt.
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