Okay, so we were warned by just about everyone we met that Hell was a tourist trap that was a waste of time. I already pretty much knew what to expect, but there are some things that are so incredibly dopey, you gotta see them anyway. Hell is pretty much the Cayman Islands version of the world's biggest ball of twine - and I'd go to see that too.
Hell is an easy ride on the public buses out of 7-Mile Beach or, in our case, from the Dolphin Discovery in West Bay - about ten minutes.
The worst part about Hell? The cruise ships were in, with their land tours of annoying passengers (Sorry, but we don't care for big cruise ships or the "Griswolds" they disgorge in otherwise nice places). Pretty much part of my concept of the other Hell.
Hell is actually a real village on Grand Cayman, with a gas station and other businesses, including the Club Inferno bar. Like most people arriving by themselves, we started at the red Devil's Hangout. Unfortunately, it was not open, and the proprietor Ivan Farrington was not around to greet us in his Devil costume. He's arguably the biggest attraction in Hell - or at least as big as the black limestone formations that gave the village its name. The other gift shops were geared to the cruise tourists, and had no real personality. They are good for t-shirts and the obligatory post cards to mail at the Post Office next door with a Hell postmark. I actually got the most enjoyment from buying a freshly opened coconut for the water, and petting the appreciative dog belonging to the coconut vendor - Most of the cruise tourists were nervous at the sight of the big dog, so I was able to escape there crush. The bus back to George Town came along after only about a five minute wait,
So, my call is that Hell is a must do because it is dopey, yet creative and unique, and it doesn't take a big bite out of your day.
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