John: Flying to, and arriving in Naples.

The flight to Naples was interesting to say the least. The plane was late, but that is not unusual. As we were boarding a lady who had to be an Italian got half way up the steps then decided to take a selfie making sure she got the crowds of people lined up behind her.

Once on the Vueling airlines plane one flight attendant greeted me in Italian whilst another one asked me if I was OK in Spanish. I thought I really am moving into the Italian way of doing things situation normal "chaotica!" Chaos

Once in Naples we made a deal with the taxi driver for the fare but if we were stopped by the "Politcia" The Police,  the fare would be what was showing on the meter. Apparently "documenti documenti!' "Paperwork paperwork!" Is not liked by anyone, As I have been advised by Italians themselves, there is the correct procedure, and there is the Italian way. I knew I was back in the country of what one writer called "The Friendly Zoo! A place where everyone is lovely and really want to help, but because there is no system or nobody sticks to it ... Nobody really knows what they are doing so they improvise as they go along! I was beginning to wonder whether I was going to be able to tolerate a system where I am told that everything is always "tutti benne!" All good, when it isn't then we drew back the curtains of our hotel room and saw this

Italy you are forgiven.