We enjoyed the time but as the end of the vacation neared we dreaded the trip out. We would be in a caravan with people pulling trailers so the drive would be even longer than the 2+ hours we took getting there. When you meet people the other way you sometimes have to back up around hairpin turns on the edge of a cliff with no guardrail.
Anyway, we started going back out and within just about 15 minutes I had to pee really badly. We were at the end of the caravan so my driver stopped, I jumped out and peed a ton. I jumped back in and we took off at a slow catch up pace. About then the driver asked me to load the IPOD and play some music. So I did. About three songs later [15-20 minutes] I had to pee again! Really badly. It was absurd. I wondered if something was wrong with my kidneys or bladder infection? But I wasn't in pain. I begged the driver to consider pulling off again and he was not happy about it. We were just starting on some of the worst parts of the road and there was literally no place to pull off. I started looking for bottles to pee in and the other passenger freaked out and refused to be in the same car with someone peeing in a bottle..lol..
By this time about 40 minutes had passed tops. I was desperate. Don't know if you know the feeling of your bladder wanting to explode...very uncomforable! We turned the corner and we came upon a turnoff that was right by the beginning of the road? Luckily there was oddly a porta potty and I dove out of the car and sprinted for it. I peed as if I hadn't gone all day [just 20 minutes after peeing the same amount]. OK, apart from my bladder issues, my friends in the car were stunned that we were where we were. After traveling slower than when we came in, we were after just 40 minutes, at a place near the start of a 2 hour drive the opposite way. So we thought maybe it was just easier driving out? We went over and chatted with other members of the caravan as others took a potty break. They looked at us like we were from outer space. They said, "what do you mean? We've been on this road for over 1 1/2 hours...twice as long as we could account for with the music, songs' lengths and the very short stint we went at first before I had to pee.
All three of us in our car were CERTAIN we had only at top most experienced 40 minutes on that drive so far. The rest of the trip went doggedly as usual back home on highways etc so it wasn't like a mood we all were in or something. We've talked about it since and just can't believe it still. It was that remarkable. Another thing that happened was after the first time I peed and got back in the car, I kept telling my driver to make better time to catch up. He just drove woodenly and didn't look at me or speak to me where he usually snaps something back or jokes around. And he refused to speed up on a safe stretch with no hazards. It was like he froze and had become a robot. He snapped out of it a few minutes later. I think it was around that time that we "moved ahead" or lost time?
The thing about my bladder too works in with this theory. If we had been "somewhere else" for 45 minutes to an hour, that would explain maybe my bladder filling up so quickly again. I just don't have those problems and hadn't been drinking any amount of fluids out of the oridinary.
I joked around with one of my friends in the car recently and said that maybe we drove off the cliff and died and this is a parallel universe we are in where we all survived instead? It kind of gives me the chills thinking about that... I really did though feel like we slipped through a wrinkle in time. That road was one of those roads where you turn another corner and another and another and another...on and on and on and on and you keep thinking that you've gone a long way when you've only gone like half a mile.
Edited by SSilhouette, 11 August 2013 - 05:04 AM.