
Driven to Distraction


You’ll recall in our last Vacation installment we didn’t turn down the free excursion. Never turn down the free excursion. We could have turned down the free excursion.
We were on the island of Puerto Rico, home of, among other famous things, Bacardi Rum. For our excursion we selected one that included a tour of the Bacardi factory. He of We had been to the island many years before and had the opportunity then to tour the distiller’s plant. He more than once tried to describe to She of We the ever present scent of molasses, a result of distilling sugar cane on its way to becoming rum, throughout the building.
So early one morning instead of deciding between pool and beach we assembled with 2 other couples, climbed into a surprisingly comfortable van where we were the charge of a very enjoyable tour guide and driver. He regaled us with stories of real life on the island, his life. We saw his home town, heard tales of his family, were told of his wife’s cooking, saw his favorite beach. It was a most enjoyable and revealing 90 minutes that passed more quickly than it had to. A stop here, a photo op there, and before we knew it, we were pulling into the parking lot outside the Bacardi welcome center. A complimentary rum punch, then the tour, a quick dash through the gift shop, another hit of the free punch and then on to the day’s next destination. This was going to be great!
After our first free drink we climbed into one those trams that you never see anywhere but at some tour. We drove across the compound and were let off at a recreation of a Spanish influenced Caribbean courtyard. A few minutes for more pictures and then the guide was with us. He spent some time explaining the company origin, how it came to the island, and how they make the rum there. And then, it was really time. We knew so because we were told once we go through that door there will be no more pictures. And then we went through that door. And got to watch a movie.
That was it. A movie. After that we saw a replica of the first factory and then we got to smell some rum, learned how to make a couple of cocktails and that concluded the tour.
What a letdown. Years ago the tour went through the factory, the real factory. And years ago we actually got to see how Hershey’s made chocolate, Busch made beer, and Heinz made ketchup. Today those iconic factories are off limits to tour groups but tours continue with the help of movies, animations, and gift shops. Why no more real tours? They were fun, they were educational, they made us feel like part of a select group. We weren’t going to steal company secrets or complain if we got squirted by sugar cane juice.
We miss factory tours. But we relished the deals we found at the company stores. And the drive to that one on that day was pretty good. On second thought, we were right the first time.
Never turn down the free excursion.
Now, that’s what we think. Really. How ‘bout you?
For more of our vacation, see We’re On Vacation, Part 1 and Part 2