- In the ocean
- In the buildings
- In the wilderness beyond the buildings
There are problems with each of these options.
- Gross, but doable for certain types of toilet needs and not possible in the middle of the night.
- Beyond gross. The buildings have been used as toilets by hundreds, including animals, over decades, have never been washed, stink, and have heaps of mysterious trash. In no possible way doable. (Unless you are one of the incomprehensible French families who arrive and spread hammocks and cots inside these nasty buildings, far from the sea and right next to the poop piles. Why? we ask ourselves every time this happens. Why?)
- Reasonable. There is the risk of exposure during the day and the cover of darkness during the night. But doable.
What follows below is the train of thought going through my mind as I trekked off into the wilderness over Christmas break on our last camping trip, a wad of paper in one hand, a headlamp strapped around my forehead, stars and a full moon above, the sound of crashing waves behind. I had to walk far before finding a sufficiently large bush and also had to walk carefully, so as not to stumble across some other, unsuspecting, urinator. We try to look out for a time no one else has disappeared beyond the buildings and there weren’t that many of us, but you just never know.
Is that a snake? A poisonous one with dripping fangs that will bite into my ankle and I’ll scream and fall into that fresh pile of…? Oh, its just a rope.
Why is the moon so bright? It means I have to walk further. But if it were darker I would be scareder. Is scareder a word? But it is so light I can see all the things on the ground that I don’t want to see. But if it were darker I might not see them and might step in that fresh pile of…
I wonder if any camel caravans will come around the foothills of that mountain. Won’t we surprise each other? I sure hope no French soldiers are out for a jog at night.
Why does the wind die down just when I start to go so there is no distracting sound? It isn’t fair that men have such an easier time with Djibouti beach toilets.
What if a snake jumps up and bites me? Or even just a mosquito. Man, that would be gross.
Walking back to the beach and every bush looks like a nomad, crouched and laughing at the exposed woman talking to herself. Is that a lizard? A poisonous one?
Oh look, a shooting star.
Oh look, the kids are playing with fire.
I wonder if we’ll see whale sharks tomorrow. Or if someone will get stung by a jellyfish.
Wouldn’t this be a terrible, disgusting thing to write about on the blog?
Sure hope the kids sleep past 5 tomorrow morning.
Is that a snake? A poisonous one?
Boy, I love camping.
While I’d like to ask if you are an ocean or building or beyond the building kind of camper, that might be too personal for some. So instead, how about this: Where do your crazy thoughts take you while alone in wild, dark places?