Added: Genee Thiele - Date: 12.10.2021 07:42 - Views: 11679 - Clicks: 5759
Want to know what the biggest bonding topic on the backpacker trail is? Do you really? Stop blushing. Everyone does it. Well, after a few rum and cokes and a couple weeks on the road, talking about bowel movements and maybe pooping your pants becomes a lot easier for travelers.
Everyone has an embarrassing bathroom or a missed bathroom, in my case moment. What good comes from not talking about it? It was a couple years ago; I was in Vietnam. I have Celiac disease and should stay far away from gluten for a plethora of reasons. But, in Hoi An they have these fried wonton-meets-nachos concoction that I threw caution to the wind for. I kept trying to convince myself they were gluten free. As the days went on, I started having a strong urge for the potty every morning bright and early.
The urge woke me up bright and early and I went straight to the restroom why do they even call it a restroom, anywayonly to find it occupied by one of the other ladies of the room. I lightly knocked on the door a couple times with barely a response.
I sat back down on my bed hoping to wait it out. As the elevator pinged the floors up to me, my condition rapidly degraded. Sweating was hitting me in full force.
To the stairs, I went. Well, you can probably see where this is going, I made it maybe one floor before, op, um, well, I shit my pants. By pants I mean little sleep shorts.
So there I was, standing on the stairs at 6 am of a bustling hostel with shit about to run down my legs. I forged on to the common room bathroom.
I barricaded myself in the bathroom only to be met with a bum gun and no paper products at all. Looking back now, I should have been hysterically crying at this point but I think the sheer shock of it all kept me calm and able to think rationally. I finished my business, buried my undergarments in the deep depths of the 2-inch tall garbage can sorry housekeeping….
Then I promptly started a bonfire on the 4 th floor to burn my favorite sleep shorts… or buried them in yet another teeny garbage can because fire is frowned upon indoors. Now, when my friend and I woke up for the day, I was faced with a decision: to tell her or to not tell her. It was like a movie, there was that moment of awkward silence where the two characters stare at each other with dramatic music in the background. I was either going to break down sobbing or laughing, I chose laughter. We rolled around on the floor laughing at how ridiculous it was, then, I almost shit myself again so that stopped abruptly.
Every time I even had the thought of needing to poop, I was like a soldier on a mission to find the nearest restroom.
I went around like that with bathrooms, I always had to know where my next bathroom stop could be at any given time. And because I shared my experience with my friend, we were able to laugh about all my neuroticisms the rest of the trip. It puts me in an elite club. Again, a club my mom should be proud of.
Now, go forth! Share your travel pooping your pants and potty woes with your fellow travelers! About The Author. She's the co-founder and editor of Why Wait. About Megan here.I pooped my pants stories
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