Oops, I just peed on myself

Going to the toilet on this trip is quite an adventure. Most of our campsites have western style flush toilets and a few have pit toilets. However, toilet breaks along the way are typically squat/drop toilets. And they are NOT pretty. They are bad enough to make me think that peeing in the dirt is a fantastic alternative. However, bush toilets are only for #1 and I don’t travel with a shovel, so it’s hard to avoid using the pit toilets. My main aim is to not throw up from the acrid smell and that’s a difficult task by itself. Next priorities in some order are to try to breathe out of my mouth, not drop anything down there (consider it lost forever), not drag my pants cuffs on the floor, keep my balance, not touch anything I don’t have to, being as quick as possible and most importantly, not peeing on myself or my clothes. Trying to manage all of these things is a difficult task when trying to do it as quickly as possible. Oh, and this is definitely a BYOTP party. One must come prepared. It feels like a luxury when we come across a western flush toilet that has TP provided. I keep finding TP in my pants pockets days later. A girl has to be prepared, including a giant glob of hand sanitizer afterwards. Perhaps 2 globs, just in case. The restrooms here make it seem that eating off the floor of the public restrooms at Soulard Market seem like it’s not such a bad idea. I’m never going to complain about a not-so-fresh-smelling public restroom at home again. Well, maybe only for a few weeks….. No pics with this post, for I fear that sharing the view would turn too many people off of travelling through these beautiful countries.