
Due to the fact that modern Rome was built on top of the foundations of the ancient empire’s capital, construction workers are forced to suspend work for archeological inquiry at every step of the way. Miserable traffic and limited metro hours are some of the consequences of these much needed civic improvements, and when the metro shuts down at 9PM we are forced to befriend the bus system, difficult enough for the Romans to figure out in their native language. I am only now becoming comfortable with the 628 bus line, the route that takes me to and from school and into other parts of the city as well. When midnight comes around however, one must then rely on the night busses, another tricky system.
One can purchase a 75 minute bus/metro pass at any Tabaccheria for €1, but to save money, a €30 monthly metro/bus pass is much better. It’s quite easy to get a free ride on the ATAC (you don’t have to swipe anything to board a bus or metro), but the consequences for being caught without a ticket can be quite steep. Some Italians take the risk and never get caught, but most seem to be pretty honest about it. However, from time to time, buses will randomly stop, 3 policemen will board and the driver will lock the doors and shut of the ticket stamping machine. If you are caught without a pass, you can be slapped with a €100 fine or even brought to jail, enough of an incentive to pay for a ticket.
The taxis can also be tricky if you don’t know what you’re doing. First of all, it is important that you take a licensed cab. If not, you will undoubtedly be in for a surprise when you reach your destination and have to pay.

The bottom line with transportation is that if you don’t know exactly what you’re doing it is likely that you will end up waiting for a bus that never comes, or as I experienced one night last week, waiting for the metros to start up again at 5:30 in the morning before you are able to return home. The good thing as that when you start to become better with the system, there is an incredible feeling of pride every time you step on a bus, knowing that you have mastered a small part of your experience.