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I can't tell you how many times someone has suggested I go to Hell. It's pretty rude when you think about it. I mean, how does one even get to Hell? Well, first, you take a boat. Then, you take a bus. At least, that's what I did. When I climbed on board the Carnival Legend, I didn't see anything Dante-esque about the itinerary. After making port in Grand Cayman, however, all of that would change. The largest of the 3 Cayman Islands, Grand Cayman is full of local color and culture. It's about 22 miles long and 4 miles wide, with a little under 60,000 residents. For such a quaint place, it boasts no shortage of activities. I figured I should start with a tour. Luckily for me, a full tour of the island and even some beach time at Seven Mile Beach is easy to come by, and quite affordable. I was able to secure a seat on a comfortable, air-conditioned bus with a witty and knowledgable guide. I was excited to explore the island when he joyously announced: "I'm taking you to Hell!" ... I'm sorry, WHAT? We set off, and for a few moments, I forgot about our destination, because I was so immersed in the daily life on this little island. I was enchanted by plucky chickens running across the road, the scent of fresh coconuts and the colorful houses haphazardly sprinkled like a box of crayons. I'd almost forgotten that we were literally on the Highway to Hell. When the bus finally came to a stop, there was a tiny little building in front of us. Deep red with bright amber flames, we had reached "The Devil's Hangout", smack dab in the center of Hell. A wooden fence surrounded us on the left side, effectively blocking the edge of a cliff. Over the fence, as far as the eye could see, or at least as far as a decent field goal, was a veritable sea of jagged, blackened rocks. Perched at the front is a stone devil, looking welcoming you to his domain. This may be an unpopular opinion, but I found Hell to be quite charming. It's definitely not nearly as hot as I had been told. Also, there's rum! I, for one, always associated Hell with gin, but that's a story for another time. A quick slip into The Devil's Hangout found me downing several samples of Tortuga Rum and even more rum cakes! The people were friendly, and the only person that tortured me was the 7yo that came on the bus with us. All in all, Hell is lovely. After getting back on the bus, we were whisked away to Seven Mile Beach, which has the whitest sand, and clearest cerulean water I've ever seen. In my 37 years, Grand Cayman is the only place where Heaven, Hell and Earth live together as one.