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I had been getting a whole bunch of side-looks by passer buys for some time.
Not the kind of side-looks I am used to, mind you.
So I say to my
éphémère companions, something along the lines of " what kind of crazy gringos are you guys used to up here, for every1 to give me the bad eye ? "
He answers " well not the kind that has bloody knuckles ( it was some DIY), nor the kind with scratches on the arms ( gardenning) and even less the kind drips blood on the side walk !! " . He was kind of a witty guy, dont you think ?
So we are back at the moment when i get off my backside.
I realise that i hadnt bandaged my lower leg after my morning wash in the outhouse, in a bassin.
A week past, I had damaged my leg on a pile of ceramic tiles, in the middle of the night, in the pitch dark.
Side note : who needs knives . Those things cut, something bad !!!!
Anyway the wound had somehow opened up again and the lower left leg of my jeans was soaked in blood
So off goes the guagua.
Everyone pretends I am not there.
But I am a cool dude and soon we are all talking, like a dominican guagua should be.
Until we stop at a police checkpoint to pick up a police guy. He gets an even coulder shoulder than i did......lol. When he said hello, no 1 answered.
He is sitting behind me, and casually asks the 2 women next to him, what my story was.
I turn around and tell him a
calipote (??) tried to eat my hourse. ( a
calipote is a small man that can turn himself into an animal ).
No smile. From him at least, the other passengers seemed to find it a tad funny.
Anyway, fukc him, I was to busy trying not to seep blood into the guagua, as by this time my sock was soaked and the inside of my shoe was slippy.
Arrival at LaVega. The guagua goes no where near the caribetour bus stop. I had forgotten it was out of town.
Passengers tell me that
here is where to get off, the nearest stop for me. And dont pay more than 150 pesos for the motoconcho. Thanks all, cheerio !!
First motoconcho ignores me ------- w.tf ? Where i come from you could be carrying a freshly severed human head and the motoconchos would climb over each other to take you where ever.
The 2nd motoconcho in line nods to me.
I prepare myself mentaly to knock the price down to 150 pesos.......
But he says 100pesos....... oh well..........
Arrival at caribetour. In luck, bus in 20 mn, 2 places left aboard. 160 pesos to Imbert.
Go to near by colmado, buy water, crisps, cellotape and paper napkins.
The lady says maybe a bandage would suit me better. Yes please, thanks.
Go to caribetour washroom. Rinse sock and shoe. Bandage leg. Get on bus. Get water down me, as i am feeling seriously light headed by now. Get head down.
Arrive at Imbert. 75 pesos instead of usal 50, as its new years eve. Fine.
How many passengers missing ? 3.
I was so knackered , i just paid for the xtra seats. 200pesos. ( cos drmath dictates 4× 75 is 200....dont ask ).
HOME !!!!
I live for stuff like this in the Dominican Republic !!! YEEEHAAAA ,