Daily Prompt 2050-The furthest I’ve ever traveled from home: I went to Hell

I went to Hell in 1999. It gives new meaning to me about partying like it was 1999! I can tell you, yes it was hot, I can also tell you there was nothing fancy about the journey – no Grim Reaper, no picture of Death. Think rattly old bus with windows that didn’t stay up. Think bumpy road, being jostled around with the others that are also making this trip. I didn’t see anyone I knew there; I didn’t recognize anyone, which is probably a good thing! The staff gave you the option to send post cards to loved ones from the Devil’s Hangout, though the line to do so was like the line to a ladies’ restroom at a sporting event! I stayed about an hour which was enough for me. I was ready to leave, as was everyone else that had taken the bus in, so our tour bus driver of our sightseeing tour, rounded us up and drove us all the way back to our Princess Cruise Lines ship and we said good-bye to Hell, Grand Cayman.