Gee, this sounds like fun:
Now seems like a good time to make a confession: I don’t want to go to India. Most people look at me and say “Uh, who cares?” But in the land of travel writers, the lack of desire to spend half my life in poverty ridden, war torn, Third World countries makes me a heretic.
The article above describes beautifully why a person with a bathroom related disability or illness should not attempt to travel in rural areas of less developed countries. With chronic pain and a bladder flare, I don’t know what I’d do if my toilet options involved squatting over a pile of poo in a fly-ridden outhouse. I’d probably find myself one of those boulders the author talked about and take up residence behind it for the duration of my stay in the region.
Which, come to think of it, would make a fine and noble travel article. If I did it in a number of different unpleasant places across the world, I could probably get a whole book out of it. Heaven knows that during the travel and research part of things I’d get to suffer for my art.
Oh wait…I don’t want to go to India. It might be sacreligious to my profession, but I think I’m going to stick with that as a mantra.