When you’ve gotta go…

Let’s face it. We’ve all gotta go. Multiple times per day, unless you’re seriously dehydrated (yes I’m almost remembering to drink enough, Donna!), and when I’m free camping there’s not always a toilet. So you do what you’ve gotta do. But there are some things which shouldn’t be left behind.

And ladies, I’m looking at you. ‘Cause let’s face it, men just shake it. And we can do better. There’s so much paper scattering the bush near free camps. Honestly, it’s not that hard to take it with you. Bag or burn it.

Here endeth the lesson.

But the toilet talk doesn’t end here. It’s been a while since I’ve used rest stop loos. You know the ones I mean, the smelly long drop type. The type you dread to visit at night, as you juggle holding your shirt over your nose while you’re trying to hold your torch in your mouth and FOR GOODNESS SAKE DON’T BREATHE, SWALLOW, OR MOVE THAT MOUTH UNTIL YOU’RE OUT OF THERE. Although some really aren’t so smelly. But it’s a problem at night to juggle the torch – there are two things you don’t want to do: put it on the ground, or drop it down the loo. If you always carry your trusty head set you’re right. If not, check out this nifty setup at the rest area near Lightning Ŕidge.

They say necessity is the mother of all invention. Now that’s what I call innovation!