This (below) is actually dead coral, in an area of Grand Cayman Island that once was under the sea.Over time, the land rose (these islands are created that way, you know) and the sea drained away.
Ancient mariners, and of course the ubiquitous Pirates of the Caribbean, decided that this is what Hell must look like, and hence the name stuck.
This area is over an acre in size, and this photograph only captures a small part of the landscape (which was once a vibrantly colored seascape).
My stop in Hell coincided with my mother's 90th birthday. Suffice to say, I wasn't thinking about that when we booked this cruise. My mistake, big time.
Now, I doubt that many people understand my sense of humor, but you've got to agree that the irony of this situation comes through loud and clear. I suspect for the next 20 years she'll be holding a grudge that I didn't come to see her on her 90th, and had I shown up later with such a lame excuse as "I was on a cruise" she'd probably tell me to "go to Hell". Anticipating that, I decided to beat her to the punch and I even sent her a postcard from Hell, discovered to be near Georgetown, Grand Cayman Island. I have yet to talk to her following my return to Florida. Frankly, I'm afraid of the woman. Wouldn't you be?
Oh, this photo has not been altered - I really do have sexy looking legs for a 62 year old, and I even still have my hair. Following this Kodak Moment stop, and time to purchase and send a postcard, I mounted my bike and quickly made like a bat out of hell to return to the ship.
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