What Could Possibly Go Wrong?
All I could think about was finding the nearest bathroom. Between the checkpoints and the treacherous roads, we had been in the van for hours. I was ready for a break. We arrived in the village, and I rushed out of the van. Between our local partner serving as a translator and my frantic hand gestures, I succeeded in asking where the bathroom was. They pointed me behind a small hut. Walking around, I find a bucket and circle made of stone. I figured this must it and relieved myself. Returning to the group, I heard snickers coming from behind me. What are they laughing at I wondered? Our partner translated for me:
Why was that crazy American woman peeing in the shower?