Lost & Found

I forgot to include this neat story that happened to us in Rome. We ventured out from the hostel one evening around 8pm and knew that buses finished at midnight but that there were some Night buses running…long story short we missed our stop and ended up somewhere random with the driver telling us in very broken English that it was the last stop and that there were no more buses that night! We wandered down the street, not having a clue what to do and saw a gelato shop that was open so decided to ask them if they could ring a taxi for us, they couldn’t speak English but pointed down the road for a phone. We then realised even if we found the phone we didn’t know a taxi no. or, more importantly, where we even were. I asked a couple sitting outside the shop if they could speak English, the guy could a little and whether they knew a taxi ph no. They didn’t! But next thing, they were walking us down to the bus-stop to double check and when they confirmed there were no more buses, through a mixture of half English/Italian and hand-signals they told us to wait there while they hopped on their scooter and went home to pick up their car so they could give us a ride back to our hostel!! They drove us the whole way and wouldn’t accept any money. Lovely aye.