The Downpour
I have watched many movies, and what I always wondered about was, do the movie’s heroes, superheroes, and lead characters ever need to take shit? I mean think about Spiderman, Superman and Thor, or Jason Statham and Arnold, do they go potty?
I’ll be right there Wonder Woman, Superman needs to take a super dump.
No never, but here I was the character in my story and I needed to take a dump. Yet it was raining so hard and there was no toilet in sight on this lovely off-the-grid property. This was funny, I had to laugh a little. At least I was not having the shits while the lights to fasten your seatbelts came on the flight.
I took off my shirt, pants and all. Putu and Dewi glanced at me. I am sure they wondered what this white ape was up to. I do not recall when the last time I showered but I was going to go out and take a dump. While I was there I had to shower sort of in the rain. Luckily there were very large plush leaves around.
With that out of the way, I entered the cabin and dried off. The downpour didn’t stop, there were no signs of this letting up. We were in this for the long haul. I continued to jot down every detail of our trip and our location. I was not, but I felt as if I was telling my story just in case? I tried not to think like that. I was around good people, I just didn’t know how to communicate with them.
They were not exactly waving flags and shooting off fireworks to help me. So I thought it was time to communicate with them. I did my best to draw a map of Bali. From Singaraja to Uluwatu, the large island with the single testicle hanging from the bottom I tried hard to remember how we got here. The main areas were easy but the rest of it was not. I did my best to show them where our journey started. I did my best to draw my map, but they stared at me in silence.
