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Remind me to tell the story sometime about my visit to a coastal Mayan village. During the tour, the afternoon's "authentic cafe food experience" took its toll.....being in a location with no running water, no obvious place to go, I slipped into one of the dirt floor wigwams some of them had left unoccupied. Just as I was finishing business, the tour guide and 40 strangers entered that part of the tour. That was the point that I realized the shallow hole in the floor was no outhouse at all. I was squatting over the chicken cooking spit, and dumping into the family cooking fire pit.
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.Ok, that might not have really happend.
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