Holy Sewage, Batman!

Backed up sewers…apparently that’s a thing here in the Philippines. I was introduced to this delight just two weeks into my move.

I met one of my neighbors today just as Tony was headed back to work from lunch. I asked her to come in and sit on one of our two chairs (our furniture still hasn’t arrived). As we sat and chatted, I noticed water running onto the floor in the room just off the den. Tony was oh-so-close to escaping before I yelled, “Hey, Tony, before you go…” He went in first to assess the damage. I crept in behind him only to be knocked off my feet by the wall of stench that greeted me. Y’all, the poop had come up from the drains in the shower floor, seeped over the ledge, and was running into the connecting room. Poop…Everywhere. I ran for towels and as I passed them off to Tony, MY NEWLY MET NEIGHBOR JOINED HIM IN THE CLEANING EFFORT! She was on her hands and knees on the poopy floor. Gag.

Unfortunately, until the sewer drain became unclogged, there wasn’t much that could be done. Tony went to work. My neighbor went to her house. I cried. Despite today being a holiday, Tony was able to call for help. About an hour after discovering the mess, someone came to the rescue and did the necessary unclogging. Next thing I knew, my driver was attempting to clean the bathroom. As much as I wanted him to finish, I couldn’t let him do it. So, I buckled down my gagging reflex and cleaned up the poop…oh so much poop.

Just the other day, I sat down to write a new post on my blog titled “To maid or not to maid…seriously that IS the question.” Well, folks, no need to post that blog. Bring on the yaya!