It’s Halloween. Yesterday my husband spent hours raking leaves and clearing away dead foliage preparing for winter. So far, the weather has been sunny and warm..but it’s coming…. oh yes it is. Oh Winter- scraping icy windshields, shoveling snow and maneuvering snowdrifted roads. Yep, it’s coming.
My favorite thing about winter is that we go somewhere warm. Two glorious weeks spent on a sandy beach, somewhere warm. Ahhhh, nothing like a cold beer in the hand and the sound of surf. Did I mention somewhere warm? You get the picture. Part of the fun is finding that place in the sun. Every year we, which really means I, sort through different beach destinations such as Mexico, Cuba, Venezuela and the Dominican Republic. Since the husband is not an adventurous diner we stay at All-Inclusives that are close to towns and then use the resort as a base to travel around and explore the local areas.
Last year we went to Punta Cana in the Dominican Republic. They are famous for powder soft, bleached-white beaches and the resort we stayed at did not disappoint. On one especially hot and humid aftenoon, we took a long walk down the beach and came to a outdoor bar/restaurant called the Tiki. We decided to stop for a Presidente, their national beer. We grabbed our beers and sat at a small table to watch the surf wash up on the beach. It was getting to be late afternoon and besides the bartender, we were the only ones there. Of course, it wasn’t long before I needed the bano so off I went.
The bathroom, which was located in a smaller building adjacent to the bar, had two stalls, which were enclosed in a slightly larger room that also had a locking door. I closed that door, my first mistake. The second mistake was entering the first tiny, dingy stall-overflowing, blecck! The third was trying to turn on the taps to wash my hands. Only a trickle, thank god for hand sanitizer. Then, I reached for the door handle (with two fingers) and watched as the handle just spun around. Crap! Trapped!
Suddenly, the bathroom walls seemed to squeeze in on me. I pounded on the door and yelled at the top of my lungs, but with the loud outdoor music my frantic calls went unanswered. Surely someone would be coming- then I remembered that the only one sitting at the bar was my husband. Sweat beaded on my forehead. Its true what they say, the senses become more acute in times of stress… at least my sense of smell did! With the humidity only emphasizing the stale urine and deodorizer, I started to gag. I looked around and noticed that there was a shuttered window above the sink. It had a tiny latch. Hmmm… I reached up and pried the rusty hinge open. The shutters flung to the outside. Thankfully it was a double shutter, large enough to fit my near 6ft frame. I hopped up on the sink, (made of sturdy cement) hoisted myself out the window and dropped down into an alley. I made my way back around to the front of the bar. My husband looked at me with a puzzled expression and asked me what had took so long! seriously??? We had a good laugh later.
So one thing I will add to my travel to-do list for this year is- note possible escape routes prior to bathroom use!!
Hmm… Roatan, Honduras looks good.