Behaving like the Natives.

The throbbing pain in my theighs erupting from the squatting position I held for over 2 minutes while letting my intestines do what they hadnt done in 4 days, a personal record for a lactose intolerant stomache. The concrete shithole infested with cockaroaches and fleas was exactly 3 inches away from my bare skin. Next to me a flourescent beetle, keeping me company. My eyes darting quickly between the 14 different coackaroaches in the 4x4 cubicle they call "letrina", an outhouse.



The beetle decided the stench was too much for its own hairless nostrils and began flying, with nowhere to go, the beetle bounced off walls and the lighless bulb. I stood up, bare ass and all and began to scream, terrified I pulled up my pants, half laughing-half crying. I finally got the courage to continue, I returned to the squatting position after kicking the concrete cylinder 4 times, I felt my stomache and finally it was at ease.



That night I bathed in Ben's 30% Deep Woods Bug Spray, I slpet with my own pillow and sheets, remind me I have to wash them. But that night, I learned to appreciate 3 things, 1. my toilet, 2. my own bed, and 3. all the blessings I cant name.