Last week I wrote about a lesson I learned when I hiked a volcano in Guatemala. This week I have another story to share from that day. After our hike, our group spent some time at the base to get snacks, use the bathroom, and chill before heading back. I’m pretty sure all of us used the bathroom. Why am I mentioning this? I’ll get to it, trust me.
The ride back was a little over an hour. For the most part, everyone was exhausted and many of us nodded off. I for one did. As we approached Antigua all of us woke up. On the outskirts of the town our progress was stopped by a funeral procession. When this happens the street is filled with mourners. The van driver pulled over and turned off the engine. He knew we would be there for some time. I’m sorry I didn’t take any photos out of respect for the people. If you haven’t seen it, it is amazing to witness.
As I sat in the van watching the procession I heard one of the gals say, “Um, Dad, can I talk to you outside?” The father sounded slightly confused, but agreed. It took some doing to get the father and daughter out of the vehicle since all of us were crammed in. A moment later, the father opened the front door and spoke to the tour guide. There was an emergency. The gal needed a toilet. When the mother heard this she said, “I told her to go before we left!” This surprised me since the daughter was in college. Old enough to know to use a toilet before a road trip. And I waited in line with the daughter so I’m pretty sure she did. The mother didn’t realize that the daughter was not feeling well.
I’m not positive, but I’m pretty sure she had diarrhea. What timing! Maybe it was something she ate or drank. The guide hopped out of the car since he didn’t think it was safe for the father and daughter to wander off in search of a toilet.
Fortunately the guide knew someone who lived nearby and the daughter was able to use a real toilet. The entire time the mother complained about her daughter not listening to her. The funeral procession ended, however we were stuck on the side of the road waiting for the her to return. It took some time. Everyone in the van, besides the mother, felt awful about the situation. Also, I think many of us were trying not to laugh about it. Can you imagine getting sick while stuck on the side of the road during a funeral procession?
When the girl returned she hid her face from everyone. I finally think the mother figured it out. At least I hope she did. The father shot her a pretty nasty look. I know in my case it doesn’t take me that long to pee. Thirty minutes later we were back on the road. It took us less than five minutes to reach our destination. The poor girl. She was so close and yet so far. I never saw her again, but it will be hard to forget her.