1. The drivers in Jamaica are SKILLED. They know how to bad drive you with a certain kind of fanness, that is excluding taxi cab drivers. Taxi cab drivers are a damn nuisance everywhere.
2. The Jamaicans can s l i d e up along your body (car), let you feel the heat from their exhaust and have you sucking your socks up through your throat from the floor up, without touching you. All with much less lane space and you are left in awe as to how they accomplished that with such ease. Skilled I tell you.
Here in the UAE they truly don’t care whether they hit you or not. The Emirate will purchase a new car no problem. The taxi cab driver, Pakistani, or Indian will drive the mashed up car as long as it runs and this is after you BOTH may have to go to jail all because the car that hit you turned from the forth lane on the right to make a left turn.
Back up…..I left my apartment with three errands I needed to quickly run and get back home before the 4:00PM mad rush. No such so. I really only had a vague idea as to where I was going in the first place because in UAE there are no REAL addresses. Off I go and right out of the gate a bus trying to turn left from the third land to the right started into my lane and I was squeezed out of my spot. I was cussing like a sailor the rest of the quest. I was forced to abort the mission after the first errand had taken 3 hours. I turned toward home and it was like that on the roads the whole way because why? I was in the mad rush. I looked in the rear view mirror and I looked like a mad woman. Hairs out of place everywhere hahahaha. A Heinekin never tasted so goooooooood.
As always a picture or two just for you.
Okay so it was a Stella Artois.
Now where did I leave my shoes? They were right here.
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