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Are You Experienced? The second I had squatted, I heard a strange sound of rushing water from behind me. 'What's that?' I fleetingly wondered, 'Who could be running a bath at this time of night?' Then I realized it was me. My numb arsehole had become a tap. When the gush of liquid had subsided, I toppled forwards, my forehead pressing into the wall in front of me. Still in squatting position, I let out a few groans and attempted to gauge whether or not my punch-drunk sphincter was now closed. It was hard to tell definitively, but I got the impression that even if it was, it would be about as effective as a cat-flap in the Hoover Dam. When it became too painful to squat, I hauled myself upright, rinsed my legs and feet in the shower and stumbled
back to bed. I knew that it was important not to get dehydrated, and since I had just shat out
more water than I could remember drinking in the last fortnight, I made myself swallow the
remaining half-litre of mineral water from the water I had bought that evening. I felt the
liquid slosh around in my belly and knew instantly that it wasn't welcome, After a sudden and
vicious stomach cramp, I rushed back to the bathroom just in time to projectile-vomit against
the wall of the shower. Even when all the water had come out, my stomach continued its
contractions, making me gag on an empty throat. Doesn't it just make you wanna travel? Today's passage comes from a hilarious travelogue by a British writer named William Sutcliffe. The book is titled Are You Experienced? And talks about the travels of a high school graduate traveling to India with the girlfriend of a classmate. |
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