looks like it...

Just happened to take a L O N G trip down there today for golf cart permit renewal. Some of my observations:

1. With the exception of one missing and one new employee...the same people were there.

2. After you have lost your gall bladder somewhere along that gawd awful road, and you find the place that is marked, on their own map by, "right around here", I(not because there are any signs mind you, but because you are just a few feet from the lagoon), they inform you that you have to go back down to the end of the street, turn right, and find the little blue and white house where the INSPECTOR will inspect your vehicle.

3. Was there an announcement about this somewhere? This is the first time in five years I had my golf cart inspected!!! AND the best part is either that it costs you $10.00, OR that even if your cart is in great shape when you start the journey, you now have to travel up and down that road four times instead of two.

4. The Official Golf Cart Inspector is working from a bodega in the front of his house. His last name is very familiar to those of us on the island.

5. He didn't think our horn was loud enough........have you heard some of those horns? This one would wake the dead.

6. While smoking his cigarette, and looking up and down the cart, he informed me that the back lights on the cart don't matter.

7. He didn't like that my mirror was dirty. For crying out loud...I just made it up and down the equivalent of the Smoky Mountain range and parts of me are covered with mud.....I'm surprised my mirror was still there.....

8. His issues with my cart were apparently not bad enough to fail me, so he filled out the form, took the $10 and sent me on my way.

9. Back at the office, it was 15 minutes til 12 and I was fearful that I would have to come back....but they took my money and gave me my receipt.

10. The office is much lighter and they don't have all those stacks of manila files and miscellaneous papers laying everywhere...unless they are in the back room......

I made it home without losing any pieces off my cart, and am yes, still thrilled to live in paradise.

What a great place!

I too made the long trek yesterday. Due to some very bad directions I managed to take ALL the back roads and they were deplorable.
There are no signs and a lot of people down there don’t know where it is either as I kept being sent on and on down the long road. At the end some guys working in a yard told me to go back to the first cross road and turn right. I did and that was wrong. It was the second cross road. When I got to what appeared to be the end I was told that it wasn’t to just go around the corner and turn right again. I then faced the equivalent of a lake. This was so bad that a taxi refused to drive through it and the young woman with a baby had to wade across to get into the taxi she had ordered. I took a picture of this and as soon as I can download it I will post it.
There are no signs telling you how to get there or to let you know when you are there. When I asked the woman behind the desk why they moved the office WAY down there she said it gave them more room. I said but isn’t it awful getting to work. She laughed and said no we live down here.
The new traffic chairman is a good and honest man. I intend to talk to him about setting up at least one day a week someplace in town where people can get their business down.

Just kidding about greasing the palms. And no, I am not "rich guy" whoever he was.

Well that's a relief.

Welcome to the board - we all enjoy some comic relief.