Tuesday March 13, 2012
Enough of Santo Domingo! Too big, too busy! We had a nice breakfast to start the day off. It was unanimous…we packed up and got a taxi to Caribe tours and by 11:00 am, the bus was rolling back up the road towards Luperon. This time we were in the back. I thought I was in heaven...they had a rest room on this bus, unlike the one the day before. Seems I am trying to get that bug back and it seemed the best choice of buses for me...I thought. It took at least 30 minutes to finally get out of Santo Domingo. I reluctantly say this but we never saw the water, beaches or any coastline. Rod though. He got the $123.00 tour from his window seat flying in on Spirit airlines. Dark blue waters and pretty beaches from the Dominican Republic Northern coast, flying over the East coast and then Southern Coast. He was satisfied. Luperon is prettier, the town anyway. Fred and I were crystal clear we were not ready to come back to the big towns of the US quite yet. My psyche got all screwed up and I felt completely unbalanced by the time I left Santo Domingo. The closer we got to Luperon the calmer my heart felt. “HOME”! The bus was packed! I was two seats in front of the bathroom so I felt comfortable just in case that bug decided to go full force on me mid trip which happened to be 4 1/2 hours to Luperon. Yep...I was right, excused myself in in quick step time I made it to the luxurious rest room. There it was, a hole in a bowl, I wou;ldn’t let my cat Stasia come in there. Filthy. Then it dawned on me...this must be one of those lessons God wants me to learn. I have never been a big fan of the head here on the boat, I like flushers and have caught myself from time to time jerking myself back into reality and appreciating what I did have and adding one more thing to my gratitude list. I thought the same thing about that restroom on the bus. Be grateful there is one or I would have been in deep trouble if you know what I mean. ‘Oops’ I though, there is no toilet paper in here. So quickly hustling myself back to the seat and grabbing the backpack I tore the zipper opened and grabbed my baggie full of wet ones for babies I always carry, for the just in cases like this one. Another quick survey of the environment around me I saw a sink but no water handle so I was glad I could use the wet ones for my hands also. I was crustal clear I would need to brace myself and muster all the muscles I could because this was going to be a bumpy stoop on a swerving bus and that “bug” was anxious to make it’s exit. Stooping in the most lady like position I could the bus took a hard left swerve and the toilet started flushing on it’s own. At first I thought ‘Oh, this actually has one of those automatic flusher just like the ones at the airports and fancier establishments I have been in a few times.’ Then the bowl kept filling with huge swooshes of pink water nearly reaching the top rim of the bowl. ‘Oh no’, I thought...do I have to actually sit on this thing to stop it?’ nearly breaking my teeth at clinching with the thought of that. To make matters worse, that ‘Bug’ was not ready to finish it’s exit. So...there I was, stooping, careful not to sit on that bowl, the toilet bowl filling and not knowing how to stop it. I knew there was going to be a major flood on the bus and I was to be responsible. ‘Geeze. Why do these things always happen to me and no one else? Maybe people don’t tell these stories but not me, I tell it all, after all, this is my adventure and it’s part of what makes it an adventure’. In a complete panic, I loked around to see what exactly was triggering this thing to flush and not stop. This was one heck of a sensor. Dropping my head in despair there it was. As I stooped myself for the duty...I accidently braced my right foot on the pedal on the floor, pretty firm I might add and triggered the flush from beginning to end. At that moment was the certainly at the point of no more room in this bowl to hold the swooshing water which was at the point of overflow. I quickly lifted my right heel, falling into the door nearly having a heart attack because I was afraid that door swung out and not in. I wasn’t even sure if I locked it. I was in too much of a hurry in the beginning of my bus rest room run to take the time to do that. I was thankful I did close it tight, took a minute to regain my panicked insanity rush and dropped my last wet ones on the floor. Pulled myself together like a big girl who had no problem using this so called bathroom, thanked God for the experienced and promised him I would NEVER complain about our boat head again. NEVER! I was glad I didn’t need it again too. The bus finally made it’s stop to Imbert and we caught a taxi to Luperon. I could see Fred and Rod feeling more comfortable with the environment as we approached Luperon. I felt the same. The taxi dropped us off and JR’s and we called Evlynne to come on into town and join us with the dink which she did. Rod loves it here and we are happy to be home! Stasia was excited to have company again and didn’t bless us out for leaving her overnight by herself. Evlynne came over and visited her a few times so that seemed to make Stasia happy. We thought about going to Wendy’s later on but once back on Casa Mare’ we didn’t want to leave again. I threw some ham steaks in the skillet, mixed some beans and rice in a bowl and called it dinner. It’s great to have Rod here and it is good to be home. Home is where ever Casa Mare’ is...with the head I adore. And yes, Rod is still as funny as ever! I will claim him as my brother with the other mother, as he calls it!
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