World's Worst Drivers
When I was listening to Savvy Traveler this week, Rudy asked
about the world's worst drivers. They have to be in Haiti.
In the early 80's I cruised with two fellow teachers. When we
docked in Haiti, we decided to hire our own driver to take us to
the rum factory instead of paying big bucks for the cruise-
sponsored tour.
We hired this happy-go-lucky driver in a car
that had to be right out of the fifties. The trip to the factory
was a bit hairy, but not altogether scary. While we were
sampling and purchasing rum, the driver must have been doing the
same. The trip back down the mountain was the ride from Hades!
This guy sped (no brakes, evidently) down the mountain in the
middle of the road with the horn blaring all the way. My friends and
I were in the back seat clutching hands and praying (they were
both widows of Methodist ministers).
We did arrive back at the ship in time to depart. We were a bit
wind-blown (no air
conditioning), a bit car sick (from being slung back and forth
and maybe from the rum samples) and scared to death. It was
certainly one of the memorable events of the trip.
Susan
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