OB no Sri Lanka/ Tampoons in Sri Lanka

Na verdade esse post deveria se chamar NAO OB no Sri Lanka.
Por que eu cheguei aqui nessa terra paradisiaca de sol e mar e fiquei menstruada, ne?
Voce deve estar se perguntando por que eu, uma mulher linda, educada e discreta estou te contando uma coisa dessas, mas "guenta" ai que voce ja vai entender.
Pois entao. Fiquei menstruada e nao tinha OB comigo. Fui ao supremercado da cidadezinha vizinha e tambem nao tinha. Fui a farmacia, nada de OB. Fui a outra farmacia e nada...
Ai a noite fomos a uma cidade maior, muito mais moderna, assistir a um show. Paramos no maior supermercado do lugar, e nada de OB.
 Ai o Fabio, fofo, doce e carinhoso, perguntou pro nosso guia onde a gente podia encontrar OB. E claro, explicou o que era um OB ( juro, juro, juro que ele se recusa a me dizer como foi a explicacao, mas eu to roxa de curiosidade).
O guia ( que e viadissimo, fofissimo e purpurinado), parou em todas as farmacias do caminho. E pra ganhar tempo, ele descia comigo, da porta da farmacia ele ja gritava perguntando se tinha OB ou nao, quando os atendentes faziam cara de quem nao tinha entendido nada, ele explicava o que era ( em Sri lankes), os caras olhavam pra mim com cara de "ta louca, minha filha??" e balancavam veementemente a cabeca dizendo que nao. Como se aquilo fosse coisa do demonio. Que provavelmente pra eles e mesmo.
Essa cena se repetiu 6 vezes, por que o nosso guia, maravilhoso, se recusou a desistir ate a gente passar vexame em todas as farmacias da cidade.
Ai que MICO!

Amanha vou pedir pra ele bater de porta em porta , perguntando pras hospedes do resort se alguma delas trouxe o produto milagroso na mala  ( ele fala 7 linguas, e obviamente se diverte procurando OB obstinadamente - tenho certeza que ele nao vai se importar)

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This post should be called NON tampoon in Sri Lanka.

Because as Murphy would have it,  I got to this paradise land of sun and sea and I got my period.
You must be wondering why, a beautiful, polite and discreet woman like me, is telling you something that personal, but hold on for a little longer and you will understand.
So I got my period and had no tampoons in my suitcase. I went to the neighboring supermarket village and they also did not have it. I went to the local pharmacy, no tampoons. I went to another pharmacy and nothing ...
At the night we went to a bigger, more modern city, to watch a local dance show. We stopped at the biggest supermarket so I could follow my tampoon quest, but they also did not have it.
Fabio, who is the cutest, sweetest and most loving husband, proactivelly asked our guide where we could find tampoons. And of course, explained what a tampoon was, because our guide was completely lost when he heard the word tampoon. (I swear, I swear, I swear he refuses to tell me how was the explanation - and I am dying to know).
The guide, stopped at all the pharmacies he could find in the big city. To save time, he decided it would be more efficient to come along with me. From pharmacy door, he would yell if they had tampoons, then he would yell the proper explanation of what a tampoon was! 
 The pharmacy employees, mostly guys, looked at me with horror stamped on their faces and shook their heads vehemently saying NO.
I felt I was shopping for drugs or something even worse.
This scene was repeated six times, because our amazing guide, refused to give up until we shamed ourselves in all pharmacies in the city.
Tomorrow I'll ask him to knock door to door, asking the resort guests to if any of them brought the miracle product in their suitcase (our guide speaks seven languages, and obviously has fun looking obstinately for tampoons - I'm sure he will oblige)