Twelve years ago, when I was living in Grand Cayman, I bought a minivan in Tampa and shipped it down. It was a seven-seater Dodge Caravan that came in handy when people visited. I could move musical equipment around easily using it, fetch a full sheet of plywood in it, and when my family came back from those US shopping trips, all 10 suitcases (yes, 10) would fit – one trip.
The Caravan was a faithful servant, hardly giving me any problems, never leaving me on the road, and was a godsend during Hurricane Ivan in 2004, which is another story for another day. In short, I loved it.
So when I moved to Guyana, along with my
