February 01, 2008
That reminds me....
This funny over at KTreva's reminds me of a story. I know I've told it a hundred times, (I tend to do that) but I can't find it posted anywhere. So.....
I mentioned that I spent some time in Costa Rica when I was in college. Before we went to our "assignments" we did a bit of sight seeing. The trip that comes to mind was our train ride, through the "jungle"/"rain forest" (whateEVER) and mountains. We were heading to the East Coast town of Limon.
The train reminded me of an old John Wayne western. Church pew seats and wooden floors. It was very cool. Going through the mountains it was a lazy ride, and the scenery was just breath taking.
It was also a very LONG ride. Made longer when we derailed into the side of the mountain. No one was hurt, but we had to wait for the train from Limon to arrive, then walk through the mud and switch trains.
So....as you can imagine, eventually I had to pee. I made my way to the "service station" - don't call 'em bathrooms down there! - and, well, I was in for a shock.
The room, or better put CLOSET, was empty. Except for the 2' tall section of rusty trash barrel that was bolted over an open hole in the floor. THAT was the toilet.
Yeah, so you know....when I was 19 I promise you my ass did not cover that big of a space. The logistics of how I was going to do this took a bit to work out. But, being the resourceful girl that I am, figure it out I did. And no....I didn't stand on the damned thing.
I do have to say, it was some what freaky. I'm not normally one that just defecates on the ground, so you know.....
But...the story doesn't end there.....when the other train arrived from Limon, we did trudge through the mud (mud up to the middle of my shin) and switch trains. I got separated from our group so I was in the back of the car with a bunch of locals.
When I say back of the car, I mean last bench with the "standing room only" behind me.
As we get on our way I feel something brushing my hair. Again. And again. So I turned around. To find a damned machete in my face. The guy was just watching me, swishing the largest, sharpest "knife" I'd ever seen just inches from my face, chanting "we hate Americans. Go home Americans."
Made me wish for that stupid bathroom again!
Holy Cow....all I wanted was a nice weekend at the beach. It was nothing to loose your head over.
Posted by Tammi at February 1, 2008 06:14 AM | TrackBack