So it seems WildChild is going to be spending the hurricane season here in Luperon. What is it like here? What is going on with the girls…?
To start for friends and family back home who might not be up on cruising life. Luperon is the best and safest hurricane hole in the entire Caribbean because the well protected harbor is essentially surrounded by mountains and hills which will act as a wind break. For those of you who have never been to this Spanish Island before it is a second world country and a little different than a first world country.
When you arrive you have to veer right and follow the channel marks to find your way into the harbor. Find a place to anchor or grab a cheap mooring ball. No worries the locals will find you and work out payment later.
Once anchored and rested you can take your dinghy over to the government dock and go around the fishing boats to the northern side and find the dinghy dock, tie up and walk up the road.
You will come to a gate and on your right will be all the officials you need to check in with. They are nice (but few speak english) and will walk you thru their crazy process. Then once cleared in you get to walk further into town and check the place out.
Adventure… we are sailors because we all have the common adventurous spirit. This means a willingness to experience new things. Luperon is way different from anything I am used to and I had a hard time dealing with this place for the first few days. So did Elena.
The first impression is oh my god we have landed in a third world shit hole… is this place safe…? OMG how ever am I going to survive here for the next 5 months…. Ahhhhhh…. oh crap… Eject eject eject…. I have never seen a place like this before… maybe I am a spoiled first world snob (whoops my bad).
So you have to get used to some things that will maybe be new for you as it was way new for me. They live with their livestock and let them roam free.. there are animals everywhere. We were eating dinner in local place and watched an entire flock of chickens have a squabble outside the door. Walking down the road they have goats in their yards.
I do not just mean the packs of wild dogs everywhere that run up to you barking with no leash and nothing stopping them from biting you. In Canada we do not have wild dogs running up to us but here you have to get used to it. Most of the dogs are actually cool though… although they run free here… natural selection takes care of the mean ones and the stupid ones.
They have cows and chickens wandering around where ever they please and of course animal crap is everywhere. In first world countries we don’t really like to live in animal feces and we have higher hygiene standards. Here they live with their animals and I am sure diseases run rampant. You have to be careful where you step and walk over the cow dung everywhere. The sewers are the culverts along the side of the road where dirty trash filled polluted waters run free out into the bay.
Yesterday we were in town with our friend Mic (our body guard) and he showed us a local little food store/ vegetable stand where we could buy some farm fresh produce. I came outside around the corner to find the lettuce and found a pack of Turkeys eating from the lettuce bin (on the lower right of the picture above). This is the food produce for humans to eat. I picked out a head of lettuce from the bottom of the bin in the hopes that the turkeys didn’t slobber on it. This stuff is new for me to adapt to. I am not used to animals in the grocery stores eating the bug covered produce.
We were walking into town yesterday to find the bank and get some money out. Not wanting to get mugged after we made the with drawl we brought our big strong male friend Mic with us as a body guard. Even he noticed how everyone stops what they are doing to stare at the 2 white senoritas walking by, it even creeped Mic out. It does make us very uncomfortable to get this kind of attention. Men and women all stop to stare at us. I get that we are new in town but… it is still very uncomfortable.
So to be fair… and very polite about it… this place takes a little time to get used to. The first few days are kind of shocking. But…. once you start to get used to the place… it is actually a very cool place. The people are amazingly nice and very friendly and helpful. This place is like the wild west but there is also a lot of freedom you don’t get in the west. Freedom…. hmm… its been a long time since I felt free… not always under total control of society. Here drinking and driving on your motorcycle at night with no helmet is not actually a crime… it is more like your stupid risk to take… if you die.. oh well.
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When we first arrived though… Elena could not stand the thought of being stuck here for 5 months. The bay water is dirty poo water… so you cannot swim in here and it is freakin hot everyday and every night. Many of the boats look like wrecks. The town looks dirty and scary…
Elena locked herself in her room when we first arrived for 2 days and would not talk to me. I found out later she booked herself a flight home for June 25th. She just wanted out. She viewed it as a waste of her time to stay here. She could not bear the thought of staying in this dirty third world place for 5 long hot boring months… she ejected before she even spoke to me or got to know the place. She is leaving Tuesday and I will be alone on WildChild again…. 🙁
She will come back after 2 months. Her brother is getting married soon and she misses her family. So August 25th I will get my crew back and in November sometime our adventure will continue. But I am going to miss my best friend. I am very upset she is leaving.
And… the thing is… as we have kind of discovered in the last few days… this place is actually AWESOME..! The cruiser community is the best and coolest people. The cruiser community is active and fun… there is free Yoga 3 times a week. When you get into Wendy’s bar (the local cruiser bar for us gringos) you meet Norm and the other ex-pats living here for years. They have dancing and karaoke and family BBQ’s and fun day sails and motorcycle treks up into the local hills. The place is friendly fun and cheap.
Luperon is actually the best and coolest place we could possibly have landed for Hurricane season. The angels were very kind guiding us here.
Everyone should come here for hurricane season.
But… it is too late for Elena… her ticket is already booked. She didn’t give this place a chance…..
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Ex-boyfriend Danger
So onto another interesting little subject…
Monkey… (my Ex)…
When (in season 1 of the videos) I was with him everyone said how he was such a nice guy. When things went bad nobody believed me… all other men ferociously defended him and attacked me. It was somehow clear among men the problem must be Lexi… she is a strong smart woman… therefore… she must be a bitch. It really puzzled me…
When we were together I knew he was obsessed with me. I knew full well that obsessive love was not a healthy love. I knew that he had no other friends or hobbies or interests outside of me. He just focused on me 24/7… he never wanted me to talk to other people without him present to know what I was saying. He hated it when ever I did anything without him… it really upset him. He did not even like letting me go to church without him. 24 hours a day we lived trapped together on the boat and he was happy with that. He never had any interest in any other people. He focused all day every day on me… and at first it was flattering… he waited on me hand and foot. But… it is not healthy.
When I kicked him out I was actually worried he would not let go… that he would not move on… that his obsession with me would prevent him from moving on. He did seem to let go though in a normal healthy way.. or so it seemed. 6 weeks ago when he was making bad decisions to follow me with his boat… his motivation might have been an obsessive need to stay near me.
I have had no contact with him for the last 4 weeks… and I had assumed he was moving on with his life… onto the next step… but it seems… he is not moving on… he is not letting go… and not getting better. I think he is back in Canada somewhere. And from the nasty garbage he threw at me last night.. it seems apparent he is not moving on. He is stewing in the darkness… and this can be very dangerous. He is stewing in his pain now turned to anger now turning into hatred and blame… and it is festering into thoughts of murder.
But anyways… last night he started E-mailing me again… he E-mailed me like 9 times last night… and it got very nasty… the part of him nobody else ever saw or believed existed. I will not show you guys every nasty thing he said.. but here is some of it…
I have been dealing with this crazy shit from him for years… what amazed me was that nobody else ever believed it was possible.. he just seemed so nice to them. What is new here.. is that he never wanted to cause me any harm before…. now that has changed.
He is threatening to come and kill me if he knows where I am… well… where I am is no secret.
Now I am worried about how far he will take this thing…?
What if he shows up here…?
He gets like this when he is drunk… the alcohol nasty side nobody ever believed existed. I am sure today he is back to mr. nice guy… but… hmm…
It has been 3 months… more than enough time to move on with his life… and it appears he is not moving on… and that’s a bad sign. It seems he is stewing in the darkness with thoughts turning to hurting me… and this is way super bad…
As always he changes history and makes himself out to be the innocent victim and me the bad guy in his stories… (I have never been anything but nice to him)… Which is fine if that is what he has to do to move on… blame everything on me… that’s fine… but he is not moving on…
and that’s very bad…
Now I am worried… there is much more in the E-mails I am not going to share but… suffice it to say… he is lost in a darkness of his own making and pain has turned to hatred… and that hatred (as you can read) is now focused on me…
This is how tragic stories get started… men can be so very extreme and violent against women… Michel is an extreme kind of guy… and now he is full of anger and hatred…. now he wants to kill me…
Soon I will be alone out here… and he knows where I am.
I pray he either sobers up and calms down… or hurries up and kills himself… I pray he does not book a flight to come here and take me with him.
I am worried…
Captain Lexi…
…. the nervous again…