Shake up your Roman adventures on wheels
Am I a tourist in Rome? Yes, partially I am, and I will be always because I can’t stop admire the endless magic as I am wandering in this city. And how would I describe as a tourist? It is shaky, fun, and beautiful. Am I an expat here? Yes, I am since I am Hungarian, but I live here, and I consider it as my second home. And how would I describe it as an expat? Shaky, fun and beautiful. Are you a journalist? Yes, I am a writer and journalist. And how do I see the city with the eyes of a watchful journalist? Shaky, beautiful, and fun. Do I have a wheelchair? Yes I do have one, though many Roman fellows call it spaceship or carriage. What is my impression about the Eternal City with these conditions? Well, extrashakily shaky, shakely beautiful, and shakely fun.
Amusement park, logi(sti)cal game, Formula 1
Regardless you are just an unsuspicious city visitor, a wanderer of Europe or the Planet Earth, or a newbie like a Roman inhabitant, get ready for serious adrenaline rushes, in case you have a wheelchair under your booty. Footnote: the statement is true for any other wheel-owners like resolute cyclist or pushchair and baby drivers. What will guarantee your excitement level in this ancient capital? Have you ever heard that saying, Rome was built on seven hills? Well, it is not a legend, not even an exaggeration. I would say it’s rather very modest, since if you dare to go a bit out of the center, surely you will count more slippery streets. It’s like being in a rollercoaster and a trampoline in the same time.
There is one rule: whatever is your route, your way will be bumpy or steep, maybe 2in1 joy – steep and bumpy. Not to mention the sidewalks, which are practically useless, since the traffic lights, road signs, and advertisements are so creativily placed in the middle of them. This phenomenon take care of a personally costumed Formula 1 after the amusement park. The tricky pavements will make you a pilot, since the only solution left without obstacles is to speed on the road with the cars. Even though if you like to play some memory slash logi(sti)cal games, you can try to keep in mind where you can find small berms at the corners or enough place to squeeze yourself to the bright side between the edge and the random object in the middle of your way.
The public transportation is always in your service
The Roman public transportation company, ATAC’s name is blessed and praised by everyone, who has tried it, but this impression is multiplied in my case. First of all the well-known name is a number one excuse to be late, since its vehicles have never arrived on time. If you have a spaceship-carriage like me, sometimes you will have to deal with random objects in the middle even at the bus entrances. However, the situation got much better in the last year, since many brand new buses have been bought with ramps and full confort. Despite of this, it can happen that you will face an old one, which is supposed to take you to your destination, but annoying factor also knows as handle won’t let you get on. If you see this, you have one choice, take out your patience from your pocket, because helping hands aren’t useful in this case. Meanwhile if the relatively small gap scares you between the metro platform and the train, don’t panic! Neither if the significantly bigger one would stop you at the Lido-Ostia or any kind of Trenitalia train. Just wink on some strong guys (excuse me misters, I used to do like this but to avoid the misunderstandings, for you, a hi-five should work as well), and they will definetely help to fly through that depth.
Believe me or not, social cooperation isn’t on the North
To be honest, I have found the most real social cooperation in Rome. Maybe in Western-European countries and in the flawlessness of North equality is somehow built in the education, but it has never been as natural as in Rome. In this city, I have never had to ask for help, because me and my tiny trouble was always noticed before I could have asked for it. Anytime I face stairs, non-working elevators, or too much sand on the beach, I have to improvise a small casting to pick my four gentlemen to carry me up or down. In these moments I always get in the package a lot of love, enthusiasm, funny and cheerful interactions, sometimes even new friendships besides the decent solution of the given problem.