Mini-Vans and Puke, Not a Good Combo
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Despite the fact that my legs are roughly eleven feet long, I somehow got shoved in the back, second row from the end, seated much too close in the middle next to some beefy young douche bag backpacker with a fake Rolex and a sunburn that looked like it would eventually turn into a tan.
My boyfriend was in the back-back, next to a 30-something-year old woman and her son, who looked to be about 5 years old. The boy should have been in the front seat, but wasn't put there because he was not a local.
The little dude got car sick mid-way through the five hour bus-ride. The mother panicked- I don't think she spoke enough English to convey what was happening all the way to the front of the bus- and tried to grab her son's face to stop him from spewing. Her actions had the opposite effect from what she intended as the spray was definitely not stopped. (unless of course, she secretly had it out for half the bus.)
The boy's face became a kind of sprinkler-head, which she rotated back and forth equally across the seats in front of her, with her hands planted firmly on his chin. The puke flew in all directions landed on my arm and on the bare arm of the tourist sitting next to me. His fake Rolex didn't look as good with chunks blown across it, and neither did my arm or thighs.
The bus driver then declared it a state of emergency and we actually stopped to clean up the mess, which usually does not happen with this kind of driver. I don't know if you have ever cleaned up a stranger's puke off of your arm with kleenex, but I don't recommend it, as the dabbing technique leaves something to be desired. Also, with so many people in the van, there wasn't any access to the luggage, so a change of clothes was impossible. The smell was also nice- I will never forget the beautiful scent of fresh puke circulated by an over-active air conditioning.
