The driving here is insane. After we all loaded onto the bus (the very long, tall, and wide bus), we rocketed down the street on the left side of the road at a speed that I don't think I've ever driven in a car. In the moment, my heart was racing too fast to calculate kilometers per hour to miles per hour or to even figure out which one would be higher, so I have absolutely no idea how fast we were truly speeding. All I know is it was fast. Really fast.
Within a few minutes, we came upon a car that was probably going a reasonable speed. But without breaking, and with cars coming the other way, our driver veered over into the other side of the road, sped around a corner, and went back into the left lane with milliseconds to spare before we got hit head-on by a semi truck.
I thought at first that maybe we just had a crazy, thrill-seeking driver. Yet, as time went on, I noticed that everyone drives this way. You are allowed to pass on any road and it seems as though speed limits don't apply.
The remarkable thing is that, the whole time I was there, I never saw any accidents or any roadkill. I've concluded that Jamaican drivers are gifted. To be able to navigate the windy, hilly, rocky terrain while speeding and veering to avoid goats and other cars is truly a talent.
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