PostCards Never Written
Janita Van de Velde
The toilet is a hole in the ground. Usually one of the guys takes the shovel and creates the masterpiece when we stop to set up camp each night. Unfortunately, men forget that women donít stand erect while peeing, and there is only a certain width we can straddle before losing our balance. Usually the hole is so wide that Iíd have to be a certified gymnast to get my legs on either side of it, while successfully maintaining the crouch position. You would think theyíre attempting to trap a wildebeest. Either way, itís proving to be a very dangerous sporting event, even with a flashlight that straps to my head and underwear that dries in ten minutes.
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