How To Ride The Bus In Rome

(Noticing that this post gets a little bit of search traffic, presumably from folks looking for actual, useful information (not that the post doesn't contain any of that), I decided to put a little preface here. Google Maps can be very helpful with bus stops in Rome and for planning trips. Just check the website or @infoAtac on Twitter to make sure there isn't a strike. I have found the Twitter very response to queries, even on strike days. Also, the mobile app you want is Moovit. But beware; it is data hungry if you're visiting and on a data budget. Much can be accomplished, at less data cost, with Google Maps. And remember, even if there is a strike, that doesn't necessarily mean your bus driver is on strike, or that there are no buses at all.)

When I was first invited to accept my current assignment here in Rome, I asked why anybody would have thought of me for the position. One of the things I was told was that I was known to enjoy public transportation. Now I wouldn't say that I enjoy it, per se, but I do appreciate the opportunity it affords to observe and learn about humanity. I'm a five on the Enneagram, you know, 'The Observer.'

So after most of a year here in Rome, I'm prepared to share my accumulated wisdom about riding the buses here, for the edification of anyone who might find it helpful. After all, many will be descending on Rome in these days, and surely some will have the privilege of adventuring on her buses.

First, to travel by bus you must get on the bus. This is easier than it might appear, because there is no such thing as entrance and exit doors. Perhaps someone would point out that some of the doors are labeled with inviting forward arrows and others with forbidding 'do not enter' bars, but like a great many things that might seem to be clearly and obviously signified in Rome, these signs are only there as decoration and are not meant to have significance for anyone's life-choices.

The view from the back of one of Rome's adorable 'short buses,' this one being the 892. The closer yellow box is the ticket-validating machine, which, as we shall discuss presently, is not something you need to worry about.

Seeing as you are taking the bus, you may or may not wish to pay a fare. Unless you are in Rome for a very short visit, you are expected to either cheat or have a pass. People having to validate the single-use tickets on the bus is a hassle for everyone. Generally speaking, the passes are a good deal. The one that lasts a whole year is the best deal of all, though I understand that it inflicts on its bearer a diffuse but nevertheless near-unmanageable sense of existential dread.

If you do happen to be using the single-trip ticket, you don't need the validating machine anyway. You can validate the ticket yourself by simply writing the current time on the back. This procedure makes your ticket valid enough such that, in a raid, you will probably get out of being fined. Just say that you couldn't get to the machine or you thought it was broken.

This brings us to raids. Once in a while, officials will board the bus to check on who has paid a fare and who hasn't, offering to the latter the punishment of fines to be paid. If you have paid a fare, you are invited to relax and enjoy the scene. In fact, this show is one of the best things you have paid for in buying your bus ticket or pass. That's why the passes are called abbonamenti, a word that usually translates to 'subscription' in English.

If you have not paid a fare, you may wish to try to get out of being fined. If you are either young enough or youthful enough in appearance to be called a ragazza, you can get out of the fine by crying. Note that this strategy will be counterproductive for any other sort of person. Otherwise, the best way to try to get out of a fine is to loudly and passionately proclaim why you should not be fined. The loudness is so that other passengers can take your side and make the ticket-checking official afraid or ashamed. Keep in mind that passion, volume and showmanship are what matter here, not whether the excuse is legitimate or even makes any sense. Note that this procedure is only advisable when one can be confident that his fellow passengers already feel ill-served by an overcrowded bus and will be happy to have an opportunity to rail against authority.

It is not an absolute moral imperative that you offer your seat to someone who is your senior, but you should, if only to make sure people don't think that your mother didn't teach you any manners, you lout. You are to offer your seat to a woman religious, of any age, who doesn't have one. She is supposed to graciously accept. You are also to offer your seat to a male religious or priest of any age, but he is supposed to graciously decline. If he accepts, it has to be because he is older than you, not because he is a religious and/or a cleric.

To request your stop, gently touch the wires together

Finally, the all-important act of getting off the bus. I say 'all-important' because the proper execution of your exit from the bus should preoccupy you for the entire trip. Indeed, your primary task in riding the bus is to position yourself such that you will be the first in line at the door when the bus arrives at your stop. In fact, this matters so much that you must try to get to the position of first in line a stop or two before your stop, just so you're ready to go. The fact that everyone trying to do this at once produces gridlock at best--if not a small-scale state of Hobbesian warfare--ought not to trouble you, however. In fact, it is all the more reason to make every effort to execute this last procedure perfectly.