Arriving at customs was chaos.. The lines to each agent were like a wilder-beast stampede. It took us 1 1/2 hours to clear
We arrived in the rain. Our classic car which took us to our resort was a ‘57 piece of shit. Actually it was a Merc, with plastic covered seats, only one wiper working at top speed and rain splashing us through the space between the windows and the convertible roof. The driver had a cloth to keep wiping the rain which was coming through and to wipe down the steamed up windshield. $50 US, not worth it. It was an hour quicker than the bus, but still, not great.
Our attitude is go with the flow, so it didn’t matter.
We met up with Jill’s brother, sister in law and their friends who were leaving the next day. We had a lovely afternoon and dinner together.
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