Ok No problems, we're in Negril.

Day one:
Leaving Madison, Wisconsin went smooth at 2:30 AM. The VanGalder bus was conveniant but the seats seemed to be designed by a vertically challenged sadist. Not kidding. My back seized upon me after we got off the bus. There was no comfortable position. Still Van G. is the way to go - very slick.

Boarded plane smoothly then were told to get off. The Captain was absent.
What, is he Jamaican? Soon come. This makes for a two-hour delay.

I had a good chance to explore O'Hare. The toilet stall walls come very close to the floor. I'm guessing they do this to protect us from Senators with "wide stances". Nobody was/could do any foot exploring there.

We hit customs along with another flight so there was a wait. Our apprehension (mild) was builidng because we'd booked Alfred for transfer and were two-hours overdue. Mrs. Peel had texted him about the delay but we'd not heard back.

Fear not, when we got to the taxi stand, Alfred was waiting (play the old song "Montego Bay" in your head for suitable background music). It was rush hour in Mo-Bay but Alfred handled the bus like it was an MG (for those of you too young, an MG is the sports car mentioned in the song Montego Bay" - probably the first Reggae song to get U.S. airplay). Alfred's driving is a study in professionalism, imagine how good you'd drive if you spent 8 hours a day behind the wheel; now trieble that and you'll have a faint approximation of Alfred's skills... more on that in a bit.