Many fond memories driving in Jamaica over the years. First days took a little concentration, getting in the wrong side, wipers instead of turn signals - wake up the second day and all is well, driving like I was born there!

Craziest drive (a day 1) met friends at MBJ who had landed earlier and had quite a headstart on us. Our flight was delayed so we didn't start driving until after dark, in a huge rainstorm, during the peak of the land crab migration! Island Rental used to have some pretty beat up cars; this one had dim headlights, touchy wipers and a hole in the driver's side floor board. Thousands of big crabs scuttling across the road, then stopping when I got close with claws threateningly pointed up at me. I dodged as many as I could but ended up crushing many. I saw many more through the hole in the floor passing unharmed - I thought each one I smashed would pierce one of the dicey tires but none did. Finally made it to Negril (this was when the road was in bad shape) where I washed the metallic taste of fear out of my mouth with the first of many Stripes. The rest of that trip was idyllic - my only regret was not stopping and grabbing some of those tasty critters for us to eat.

Like you Markospoon, I now travel as a passenger and look forward to reasonings with friends and drivers.