On poo...

I suppose that the most disconcerting thing about squat toilets is the echo-chamber effect. Given the remarkable irregularities of the bowels from travelling, I have often wondered if the world was exploding beneath me and then it occurs to me that is just this weeks well of excrement splurting forth at recockulous high speeds. give me an irregular diet and I could fuel a rocket launcher.

I like t think that mimicking the sounds of nearby wildlife will mask the shame of my festering bowels, but I think it might just be getting me a bad reputation with the locals. They won't let me play with the goats anymore.

I typed up a glorious two-dollar vodka manifesto last night but unfortunately, due to the absence of my memory stick you will have to wait for that until Saturday.