...what does 8 hours of effort, some grey hair, a few curse words and a few gallons of really expensive gas get you in Anguilla?



Brand new license plates to match my Anguillian drivers license which finally makes me legal to be driving again!

Why does that take 8 hours?  Well, that would be due to a flat tire, trying to figure out where the heck to go to get tags, a failed inspection due to a faulty horn, squeaky belts, a dead battery, expired insurance and a mis-match on the title to the car. 

Isn't it nice that they gave me a number that reflects my age?
You know.... 26.... 27... something like that!