Here it is almost 2020, four years after I almost blew a gasket in the jungles of Tamil Nadu, India and in just a few short days we will be headed back out of Bangalore and south to the foothills of the Nilgiri’s and back to the jungle! Of all the adventures we had four years ago in India, none of us will ever forget that one time I almost blew a gasket.
Oh here’s a great story for you that you can tell at dinner parties.
When staying at an awesome jungle resort in India, in an actual treehouse be prepared for a situation where you may only have one toilet. And if you are not prepared? Well, you may end up pooping with the elephants. Which is what very nearly happened to me.
During our stay at the treehouse, in the jungles near Masinagudi we only had one terrific bathroom. I say terrific as it really was the absolute best bathroom ever. Where else on earth can you sit on the loo and watch spotted deer graze outside the total glass enclosure bathroom walls?
I literally had the worst stomach ache ever and was so close to pooping myself I almost had to go out to the jungle and take my chances with the elephants. I was lying on the balcony couch holding my stomach and trying to decide the chances of making it down three flights of stairs into the jungle.
Walking down three flights of stairs while clenching my butt muscles were not really my biggest problem. My biggest problems were that there were tigers in the jungle. Like real tigers that would probably think that once I was squatting, pants around ankles would be a great time for a delicious Butter Chicken filled treat. Our resort in the jungle was a no fences resort and tigers and elephants were known to roam the property at all hours. Which is awesome; Until you are faced with the situation of where the hell do I poop? True story, when we left our treehouse between dusk and dawn we had to call an armed guard to come to accompany us around the property because the animals are everywhere. Which, once again, is awesome but not when your boyfriend is hogging the only bathroom and you have eaten nothing but Indian food for a week straight.
I began to mull my options, get eaten by a tiger or shit myself, which was worse?
But I literally could not walk down three flights of stairs to the jungle, it was that bad. I did finally convince him to stop hogging the toilet and watching the wild deer below the glass windows and come out of the bathroom. I was standing outside the bathroom door when he came out, as he put it “Looking like I was going to blow a gasket”
His ten-year-old thinks that is the funniest term ever and now we all refer to any bathroom explosions (And we have had a lot of Indian food so there have been a few) as “Blowing a gasket”
Also, I did not poop myself.
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