The Accident

WARNING: Please do not read on unless you are prepared to be disgusted (and also probably laugh).

ONLY READ ON IF YOU WANT TO.

ONLY READ ON IF YOU WANT TO.

ONLY READ ON IF YOU WANT TO.

ONLY READ ON IF YOU WANT TO.

ONLY READ ON IF YOU WANT TO.

There was a lad I was with on the Fiji islands that was having, shall we say, some bowel problems. He thought he got it from dirty water, but his girlfriend, and now I have been having similar problems. It might be the water (they say the tap water is drinkable in Fiji, but it’s known that the standards aren’t the same as the UK), or it could be him spreading shit around (no pun intended).

So I was dealing with it, stayed close to the toilet as much as I could in my couple of days back on the Fiji mainland, and got some meds from the pharmacy, all was well. 

Until I was chatting to some people and did a little trump. It wasn’t a trump. There was a warm sensation running down my leg and I looked down and saw the horror. I ran straight to the shower to clean up. I think I got away with it though. No one mentioned it, either because they were embarrassed to, or, what I chose to believe, I pulled off a caper and managed to shit myself in public without being detected.

Oh the joys of travelling!

I’m on the mend now if you are worrying, not 100%, but mainly better.