The road out of Positano was not built for luggage. The Strada Statale 163, known since 1852 as the Nastro Azzurro, was cut into limestone cliffs by Bourbon engineers who never imagined a rolling suitcase, let alone a departure gate. Every positano to naples airport transfer still follows some version of that original corridor, threading above the Tyrrhenian on a ribbon barely wide enough for two vehicles to pass. Before the road, Positano faced the sea and nothing else. Goods arrived by boat. The town's fortunes rose with Mediterranean trade in the seventeenth century, collapsed with the arrival of steamships, and emptied so thoroughly by 1900 that much of the population had gone to America. What survived was the vertical geometry: houses stacked in ochre and rose above Spiaggia Grande, the majolica dome of Santa Maria Assunta anchoring the descent, staircases substituting for streets. Naples International Airport at Capodichino sits roughly 60 kilometres north, though the number flatters the journey. The route crosses the Sorrentine Peninsula, skirts Vesuvius, and joins the A3 autostrada near Castellammare di Stabia. In summer the coastal stretch carries scooters, coaches and delivery vans in a single lane, which is why so much of the local transport economy has organised itself around scheduled and pre-arranged departures rather than improvisation. Positano airport transfer services and the wider network of Amalfi Coast transport links now operate continuously, 00:00–23:59 across all seven days, dispatched entirely by booking. That continuity matters to a town with no railway station of its own. The nearest tracks lie inland, which is why shuttle routes toward Naples Railway Station remain part of the same inventory as terminal-bound cars. A positano to naples airport transfer tour of the peninsula is, in practice, a study in Campanian geography: lemon terraces at Sant'Agata, the Bay of Naples opening flat and grey-blue after the last tunnel, Vesuvius resolving from silhouette into farmland. The vehicles have changed. The problem has not. Getting a traveller from a cliffside village at 84017 Positano to a runway on the Neapolitan plain remains an exercise in narrow-road patience, and the operators who do it well have spent decades learning where the road widens, where it does not, and which hour the coaches come through. There is no entrance fee to any of this — 0 EUR — because the mountain charges in time instead.