I managed about a week before constipation had me convinced my heart was about to fail. In my desperation to find a place to poo, I snuck out of camp in the dead of the night to a leafy but lonely bush across the road. If only there was a Portaloo on the campsite I would not be in this awful situation. I might even have to suggest that the organizers of the camp must hire some portable toilets in the future.
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