[Chris’s note: this one’s in English only, sorry! It’s also insanely late. Uh … sorry about that, too!]
We arrived in Naples without any trouble and exited the train station, where we immediately ran into the most stereotypical Italian scene I think I’ve ever seen: a taxi station utterly backed up with dozens of cabs because at the front, a group of angry drivers (all male) were standing in a circle, screaming at each other and making wild hand gestures while the other drivers honked and leaned out of their window to also scream. Finally one of the drivers seemed to have enough of fighting about … whatever …
Things I’d looked up online told me that it should be about €12-15 from the train station to the airport. Naturally, our driver charged us €25. When we protested, he showed us a chart that we couldn’t really read as evidence. Eventually we gave up and paid him, and he gave me some change (more on that later, too). We found our rental car kiosk and requested a Fiat 500 because, hey, it’s Italy. They gave us a brand new charcoal grey Fiat 500 with roughly 37 horsepower under the hood, and off we went into t