Yesterday I showed you a floating crapper, today we visit one stinky loo in the jungle.
Before hubby and I had kids we used to travel.
On one adventure we found ourselves on a narrow, unpaved, bumpy road in Guatemala.
We were in a van with two other couples, and a driver / guide, and we were on our way to Tikal.
After a few hours of my bladder being tossed around, I asked the driver if there might be a toilet somewhere.
Looking out the window, there was thick jungle rainforest, an occasional spider monkey and who knows what else lurking in the trees. The other passengers, hubby included, laughed at me. But not the driver, he said he had friends nearby and I could use their toilet.
A bit more time passed, and I was getting desperate. I was thinking that in the future I won’t have coffee in the morning before a jungle road trip (not that this comes up all that often).
Eventually the forest thins, and random houses appear. He pulls off the road near a run down shack. There was laundry hanging out, lots of kids running around and stuff everywhere. In the corner there was a small shed with a moon shaped crescent.The driver pointed at a stinky loo.
I could smell the stinky loo long before I reached the door. Not good. One of the women told me to “I wouldn’t go in there, just hold it. It’s only another hour.”
They all agreed on three things: it was totally gross; they were waiting until we got to Tikal; I was nuts.
I was also obligated.
So I took a deep breathe, ran into the stinky loo, used it quickly, and opened the door to find the other five queued up to go in.
Go figure, I guess they just need someone to go first.
In case you were wondering, the ancient Mayan ruins of Tikal are amazing:
A bit of outhouse humor on Amazon:
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This post is for the letter J.
J is for Jungle John