Okay... you have been warned...
We were heading into a game park in South Africa... a huge park where you have to drive 30km per hour... slow and steady.
I had a milky drink, and within 30 minutes of being inside the park gates, my tummy started cramping... we were a long way from the closest camp (and toilet!
).
So we stopped at a water hole... and I had to poo in a bag on the front seat...
DH was sitting in the driver's seat trying not to faint... it was a very runny and smelly poo due to the milk... I could not get out the car as we had 2 lionesses eyeing us out as they lazed alongside the waterhole... in that park WE are on the food chain.
Half of it didn't go in the bag of course, there was just too much and it was too runny and we both felt sick... I was cramping and he was dying a slow death ... we were in a HOT car with no air conditioner... due to the lions being close by we didn't want to chance opening the window even.
It got all over my clothes of course, and I stripped down, popped a towel around me and crawled... embarrassed and crampy, into the back seat... my taxi driver (darling DH), drove onto the camp as quickly as we could.. it took a good 40 minutes to get there... and with the searing heat (upper 30 deg celcius... midday!), the car was heaving, I was now needing to vomit I felt so sick, his face was drained of colour, knuckles clenched white on the steering wheel.
We get to the camp... we can open a window finally.. YAY!!!! The guard asks us to both go in to sign in... DH says the wife is feeling unwell, he will just go in... (can you imagine if I had to go in too???).
We drive onto our chalet... I run to the toilet and sit there (pooing some more!!!!) for a good while, while the dear, dear man washed the seat... it took many washes and I sat on the back seat for our self drives for the week we were there, so the chair could dry out...
It's a blackmail he will hold over my head till the day I am dropped 6 ft under 