Travel Advice

(The water is back on!)

Two rules of commute I've learned this weekend:

1. When hopping off of a motorcycle (most common form of taxi here) to the right, one ought to be QUITE careful. I have a lovely burn about the size of a kiwi on my calf... Fortunately, the proper way for a woman to ride (in a fitted skirt, anyway) is on the left side.

2. One ought not drink beer and get into a car. You're thinking, "No kidding! Drinking and driving is bad." But I mean don't drink and ride for any distance. The combination of a few kilometers to the beach and half a beer has the same effect as shaking a coke for the same duration. The roads here are truly an interesting phenomenon. Sometimes (every few km or so) you may find a paved section, but most of it doesn't even have potholes, as though they were partially paved. The water running through has created ruts and holes. I'm fairly sure that the chunks of cement in areas are the remnants of Duvalier's destruction...