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Oh man...definitely during my family's last trip to Thailand to see my wife's family. It was about day 4 of eating the local food...which is awesome, but can mess with your insides. We had rented a van to go to the mountain region in the north. I started feeling the urge pretty soon after we started the trip, and it became urgent quickly. I discreetly told my wife I needed to stop at a bathroom, but as it turned out, the nearest was about 1/2 hour down the road. I was prairie-dogging the entire way. We finally get to the "rest stop" and, let me tell you, Thai rest stops are not like American rest stops on the interstates. The toilets were "squatty potties". So I squatted and exploded....all over. The locals probably thought John Rambo was in the area again with his M60. Then, to "flush", you pour a bucket of water in and hope it goes down. It didn't. I cleaned up as best I could...used a bunch of Clorox wipes and a gallon of sanitizer...and hopped back in the van. It was my worst restroom experience.
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