The ride here was on a tin box with wings and seemed very unsafe.
Picked up a taxi at the airport to the port on big corn. Drivers here speak english, play reggae, dodge dogs, people and children in the road while never using their brakes.
Trash everywhere and dirty children wander the streets and animals such as dogs, cows and donkeys roam the roads.
I was 95% sure that the ponga ride to little corn was going to be my last as I braced myself, held Catie's hand and waited for a watery death but somehow we were spared, this time.
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