“To an American, Italian traffic is at first just down-right nonsense. It
seems hysterical, it follows no rule. You cannot figure what the driver
ahead or behind or beside you is going to do next and he usually does it!” – John Steinbeck
There are three main problems when driving in Italy and the first is the condition of the roads. Unlike Spain, where the Government has spent millions of Euros investing in and improving the transport infrastructure and built many new roads and where driving is a pleasure, in Italy they clearly haven’t spent any of their EU money on highway improvements and the annual maintenance budget is zero.
The condition of the roads is appalling which makes using them rather like like playing Russian roulette. Pot holed and poorly maintained and with white lines that were first painted when Mussolini was in charge they are down-right dangerous.
On account of this there is a general speed limit of fifty kilometres an hour but Italians generally ignore that and this is the second problem – the drivers.
In Italy, traffic regulations currently in force were approved by the Legislative Decree number 285 of 30th April 1992 and are contained in the Italian Highway Code called the Codice della Strada, but anyone visiting a busy Italian city or town would be certain to dispute that there is such a thing as a highway code in Italy.
Italian drivers obey no rules and have no self-control, manners or tolerance, junction priorities mean nothing because show a moment of hesitation and this is interpreted as a sign of weakness and an opportunity to pull-out, cut you up or just simply push in. They are ignorant and impatient and show a split-second of indecision and they go for their car horn like a trigger-happy wild-west gunslinger. At a junction or a roundabout the Italian driver narrows his eyes and flashes a ‘do you feel lucky punk’ sort of glare while his right foot hovers menacingly over the accelerator pedal.
Driving in Italy is like one massive demolition derby! Red lights are ignored, speed limits are purely advisory and it appears to be compulsory to drive while speaking on a mobile phone. After half an hour or so my nerves were in complete tatters and my stomach was as twisted as Chubby Checker and as knotted as one of the trunks of the thousand year olive trees at the side of the road.
Then there is the third problem – parking! There is no parking discipline because an Italian will gladly block you in, double-park, use the bumpers to nudge other cars out of the way, scratch and graze other parked vehicles on the way in or the way out and generally disregard all of the normal civilised rules of parking a car.
“I love the way Italians park… it looks like a parking competition for blind people. Cars are pointed in every direction, half on the pavements and half off, facing in, facing sideways… fitted into spaces so tight that the only way out would be through the sun roof. (Italians) park their cars the way I would park if I had just spilled a beaker of hydrochloric acid on my lap.” – Bill Bryson – ‘Neither here Nor there’
We thought that we might now leave the coast and take the main road towards the town of Fasano and then on to another of the white cities, Martina Franca where we arrived about forty minutes later and where the traffic was at its murderous worst and by the time we had found an empty car park I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown and Kim wasn’t too far behind me.
I found a car park the size of a football pitch and to be safe I parked the car right in the middle where there was no other vehicles and then walked towards the centre. I wasn’t absolutely confident because what normally happens to me in these situations is that I find a good parking spot like this and then a few seconds later someone in a 4×4 or a twenty year old beat-up Transit van comes along and parks right up next to me.
Perched on a hillside Martina Franca didn’t look anything special so we rather unfairly wrote it off as not worth stopping for and we carried on to Massafra where the driving deteriorated even further where I swear the drivers were all competing in some sort of scrap-heap challenge. Caught up in the flow of speeding traffic I was terrified by the narrow lanes, the closeness of the steel barriers at the side of the road and just how near people were prepared to drive to the rear end of our car.
At every junction I had an expectation of a collision – at a roundabout I showed some hesitation and a twenty tonne truck just cut straight across me, missing me by inches! I realised by now that stop signs are completely meaningless as, on approaching one, an Italian driver just ignores it and simply pushes the front of his car into the flow of traffic while he continues to chat away on his mobile phone.
My nerves were in shreds and I was so pleased to get back to Alberobello and park the car in a safe place where it was now going to stay until tomorrow morning when happily we would be returning it to the Sixt car rental office in Ostuni.
You have probably guessed this already but I didn’t enjoy driving in Italy and it will be a very long time before I do it again!
The next day it was only a short drive to Ostuni and when we arrived there I was really, really glad to be able to return the car. The man at the hire car desk silently and menacingly checked the documents and then looked up and with just a momentary look of threat and anticipation in his eyes asked one simple question “what damage to car?” as though this was surely inevitable.
I told him that I was absolutely certain that there was none and he looked at me as though I was the World’s biggest liar and came round from behind the desk and went off to check.
He inspected both inside and out, several times as I recall, and then had to concede that there was no damage and then, with a look that had turned from anticipation to disappointment, almost reluctantly it seemed to me, signed off the hire release papers.
Italy’s roads are dangerous and 2014 was probably the worst year and according to EuroStat there were thirty two thousand, nine hundred and fifty-one road deaths in the EU and five thousand, six-hundred and twenty-five of them were in Italy. That is about 17%. In the ten years up to 2014 the Italians slaughtered sixty-five thousand, one hundred and twenty five people in traffic accidents so it pays to have your wits about you when crossing the road and why if you want to be sure of avoiding death on the highway in Italy it is probably safest to visit Venice.
I love the tranquil gondola scene to round out your death defying driving experiences in Italy.
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Much calmer on those canals!
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It is certainly an experience driving in Italy, a few years now since I have….. But a friend and I went to Basilicata and Puglia about 3 years a go, and I don’t recall the sorts of scenes you paint!
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Puglia was murderous Sue, I hated every minute behind the wheel!
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What month were you there?
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It was September which was probably a quiet month on the roads!
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😀😀
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You deserve a bravery medal, I would never get behind the wheel of a car in Italy. As for the parking, I’ve seen that too, never ceases to amaze me.
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I will never do it again that’s for sure!
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People often gasp when saying ” You cycle in Italy? Are you mad?” It has been our experience that drivers give far more respect to cyclists than to each other. Let me add we have never rented a car in Italy. 🙂
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If you want a truly crazy experience then you should really try it!
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Some adventure seems just a bit too much. I think this may qualify. 🙂
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Car Hire Advice: Don’t!! My former fiancé thought his Italian heritage prepared him to drive in Italy, Sicily and Puglia. Trying to get out of Palermo looked like reals cars acting like bumper cars. He noted that almost none of the cars had side mirrors, apparently having been knocked off, and that all the drivers were young. So the older folks don’t drive or are dead. Also he made the mistake of stopping at a red light and was rear-ended. For us, Puglia was far better, relative to Sicily.
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I have no desire or intention to drive again in Italy!
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They’ve not improved since I was there! I only ever crossed the road in the company of a member of the clergy. Nuns were best, and the best place to go for a stroll was, of course, the Vatican City.
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Vatican City is good so long as you can get there safely!
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Yikes. Forget about a car rental. I need personal service–I need someone to hold my hand when I’m lost.. 😦
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Drive a car in Italy it is like the film Alien – on an Autostrada no one can hear you scream!
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These days I hate getting into anyone’s car but mine–with me driving. Forget foreign places. I’d be a nervous wreck!
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Regarding the rule about giving right of way. The NY taxi driver said, “The right of way ain’t something you’ve got. It’s something that’s given you. And if it ain’t give to you you ain’t got it.”
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My guess is that he had Italian heritage!
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I think you’re brave driving a car anywhere outside of the UK. I only did it once and just could not get used to driving on the wrong side of the road. I’m much better at being a backseat driver (including here in the UK).
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Driving on the right just comes naturally once you work out which side the gear lever is!
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Yes, that can be a problem, although I still wanted to go round the roundabouts in a clockwise direction.
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That had me laughing! What a nightmare and I thought London was bad enough. I have driven in Sardinia and the speed at which drivers took hairpin bends astounded me as i pottered at a good distance doing 30’kmh!
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And so impatient! Actually I considered drivers in Sardinia to be quite polite!
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Even if I could stand the smell, I’d be afraid of drowning in Venice.
Give me the Autostrada any day. Want to hear my motto?
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I have never been aware of a smell in Venice but then again I have never been in there in mid-summer!
The link didn’t work btw.
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It’s a clip from a movie . . . the Italian guy rips the rear-view mirror off and throws it away while he says:
“What’s behind me doesn’t matter.”
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