You Drive Me Crazy, Grenada

A word on driving customs in Grenada: F&%#

Or, okay. Maybe it's more like three words, starting with the letters W.T.F. First of all, if you are planning to get a car in Grenada, please see the very helpful and basic tips for driving which are located on the awesome SO's of SGU website.

Unfortunately, not many of the local drivers that I've encountered on this picturesque island paradise seem to have read this very helpful post. Or if they have, they laughed it off and then continued about their way of driving like vehicular manslaughter is some kind of epic drinking game.

Especially not the parts about honking as a friendly greeting as opposed to a "Hurry the #%$ up, because you're only going ten km/hr over the speed limit instead of twenty" signaling device.

Or the part about the hand signals. The one that looks like a one-winged goose can sometimes mean "go around me, I'm having a nice chat with this lovely teenage girl by the side of the highway" and sometimes it seems to mean "don't go around me, because my buddy Alvin is running to catch up with us from three blocks down the road and you might run him over." Or sometimes, it could mean "hey my armpits are a little sweaty."

Or the part where "L" stands for Learner. But it ALSO stands for "Look the #%$& out, because who the hell knows what those crazy kids are going to do in any given situation." (Like drive into the ditch next to KFC when they're supposed to be parallel parking, for instance.)

At any rate, I find myself using a lot of really colorful words when driving in Grenada. But that's nothing compared to the black streak I used to swear as a pedestrian after nearly being run down by Reggae Buses and random motorists. And I don't care what any website says, I DO NOT WANT TO BE RUN DOWN ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD LIKE A STRAY GOAT. Period.

Also, don't ever expect the taxis or RB's to give you right of way. Ever.

Once again, you're welcome.

Cordelia