A mysterious experience in a 30°C Lamu washroom...

This story is just weird but let me say it ..so I had this gigg I worked out in Lamu for a while. 3 shortish stints.

The second time I was there I had a dreadful case of the shits which persisted for months even after getting home.

I blame it on that random swahili food restaurant in the old cataract. I was bouncing around between sites but ended up back in and got the sudden urge to shit whilst in the office. The toilets were weird, a very large building with urinals on one side and cubicles on the other. It stunk to high heaven as the temps were 30's and they were busy toilets.

So I rush into an empty cubicle and basically the world drops out of my arse. The only problem is it won't stop and it's VERY very noisy. Which made me laugh. Out loud. Then I realised I wasn't alone, there were at least five people snoring (and it had taken me over a week to finally twig where the workers that kept going awol in the afternoon were going...really? you go to the toilets to sleep...it STINKS rotten and it's 30c).

So my arse is flapping away and I get the proper giggles, I'm laughing my head off but paranoid about waking up the sleepers so I decide to bend forward and bite the inside of my elbow/arm to try stop laughing...but the combination of laughter and the bending over just makes it worse and I literally can't control my bowels at all and all sorts of noises are happening and it sounds like someone trying to drown an elephant. I lose control of my bowels completely and can't control my laughter in any way shape or form and I've given in to the torrent of liquid shit, huge parpy farts and laughter and the delirium of 30c and the dreadful smell in the toilets.

I must have been in there a good 45 minutes. God knows what the sleepers thought.