Our catamaran pickup was for 8:15 so we got up early. The driver was actually here before 8:15 so we hustled to get to the (huge) bus. Another family fro The Crane was already on board. We waited a bit for someone else who never showed up.
At the first stop we picked up a bunch of guys who turned out to be part of a hockey team. They were either still, or already, drunk and acting moronic. Wonderful.
This bus held at least 40 people and we were nearly full when we got to the Hilton to pick up the last few people. We waited. And waited. And waited some more. Some of our folks got off to see what was going on. No answers. Tom got off and talked to the driver about why we were holding up the busload of people for so long. The driver said it was his orders, to talk to “the boat”.
Finally, after about 45 minutes, 4 people got on the bus. No apologies from them or the driver. We just continued to the catamaran. Everyone except us got on the catamaran. Tom wanted to see the manager, who was not there on Sunday (of course !). The folks in the office said to let it go, we’d be “happy” once on board, probably referring to the open bar.
We said no, that we weren’t going. They called us a taxi (at our expense, naturally). Tom got the name of the manager to speak with him later.
Our taxi arrived and we left. We told the driver exactly what had happened and he drove us to the competition! The first boat, Cool Runnings, had already left for the day but a very kind man from the Jolly Roger called them for us us. The didn’t have any openings until Tuesday so the Jolly Roger man (Tom thought his name was Richard) booked us a trip for Monday on Jammin’ Cats. I was really amazed at how kind and helpful the taxi driver and Richard(?) were to us.
If you need a taxi in Barbados, Call Big Apple at 246-239-0637. A great guy.
Meanwhile, on the trip back to The Crane, Tom mentioned that we had a bat in our apartment overnight. He had heard it about 2 am, then again at dawn the bat was at the glass doors trying to get out. Tom had pinned him (or her) between the slatted door and the glass door, then tried to open the glass door to let the bat out. S/he flew away and Tom noticed that his arm was bleeding.
I saw the puncture wound and we were trying to decide what to do. When we got back, Tom called the front desk to ask about doctors. Naturally, it was Sunday… He got the name of an emergency clinic that was open until midnight. I looked up bats online and found that there had been no rabies here for at least a decade. All the people said that there was no rabies here, too, but we wanted to be sure.
I wasn’t even sure that it was a bat bite since it was just one puncture wound, not 2 (or 4) but we headed off to find the emergency clinic. There were about 10 people ahead of us and only 1 doctor so it took a while to get in. The nurse reiterated that there was no rabies here, took Tom’s medical history. Turns out his last tetanus shot had been just over 10 years ago.
Back to the waiting room. Just after 5, we got to go into the small doctor’s office. I was amazed at the old-style exam table.
After a bit, the doctor came in and told us what we already knew – it was probably not a bat bite. They don’t have rabies here on Barbados but had it been Trinidad… Tom did have an infection that was creeping up his arm so he got the tetanus shot, got the wound cleaned and dressed, prescriptions for antibiotic ointment and meds.
We took the prescriptions to the pharmacy next door, then back to the clinic for paperwork that we can try to submit to our insurance when we get home.