I went over there and sat down inside with my big floppy white hat, to wait until someone could help me. There were several of us sitting there. I had Yvrose’s number as well as a few other people’s so I knew I could get the address. Shortly afterwards the lady at the desk called me over and I explained my dilemma. But it wasn’t too long before someone came in to get me and bring me to Yvrose. He had a blue security shirt and looked like an officer. Anybody will tell you that your party sent them to meet you, because they want money, but somehow I knew this fellow was telling the truth. I had to leave my passport and carry-ons in the immigration office to go with him. (I should have grabbed my backpack at least on the way out – future travelers, take note!)
|The offending Anipiye|
My sleep that night was fitful, as I kept feeling like something was in bed with me. But if I moved, everything became still and quiet, so I didn’t pay it much attention. But at about 1:30 in the morning something was slithering in my bed, and no mistake about it! I leaped to the other end of the bed and stared at my pillow. The thing was coming out from under it by about five inches. “Snake! Girls, girls, there is a snake in my bed!” After doing her share of squealing (“Eeee! I’m very scared. Eeee!”) Nono hooked me up with an enclosed mosquito net camping bed. Shirlie took care of my little friend; they called it an anipiye or a milpat, which is an overgrown (way overgrown) centipede. It was about six inches long. That should be illegal… I took a photo the next morning.