Douglas R Hall

The Restless Son Douglas R Hall

At first, everything is fine, but in no time it turns to diarrhea and I am worried I don't quite have enough of my own paper. Eventually, I find my little pack of Kleenex and use them sparingly. By now it's nearly noon and I scramble to get my pack back together and ready to board my bus. The bus isn't here and I sit, staring perturbed at the man at the desk, who still hasn't moved. Within a few minutes of sitting down, I am back up and on the toilet again. By now I am pissed. I am pissed at the outpost of Paracas. I am pissed that I seem to have my first case of traveler's diarrhea. And I am really pissed that the guy behind the counter has not made one ounce of effort to get me some toilet paper. I amvery tempted to spray my putrid diarrhea all over the toilet and the stall. The only thing that stops me is getting caught and having to spend even more time in this hole. The idea of going to jail in Peru is a good motivator to behave, but the thought of pulling my cheeks apart and I spraying all over the place gives me great pleasure.