Yesterday, I was aboard Royal Caribbean’s mighty Oasis of the Seas when we encountered an inflatable raft packed with 18 refugees from Cuba.
Despite the fact this road is in the middle of a mule’s ass, miles from any town, it positively pounds with speeding, heedless traffic criss-crossing the junction. I have rarely felt less secure on a rural highway. When you pull over, the passing cars are going so blazingly fast your whole vehicle shudders. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.