No signal, deranged, we’re chilling in the shade after a scrambled-egg-breakfast. We spent the night in front of the beach.

Right in front of the beach, in a savannah-like-landscape, I take my shit, crouched close to the soil. Close to my soul. Close to my shit.

One of the perkiest thing of wild-shitting is watching your three little turds patting on the ground, freshly-defecated.

I’ve been staying inside this old rough bathroom, sitting on this toilet for twenty minutes now. I am getting rid of what the farm-dinner produced. Basically something too heavy smelling to be told

All right. Second day of camping.

Basically I just woke myself up inside a factory. I am surrounded by sheeps, hogs, turkeys, chickens, hans, and a dog.

Now. The very first thing I had to do is to run inside here, a real cabinet. There’s an old stained basin, a shower, and a toilet. Everything’s a bit dirty, but functional.

It is a real WC. That’s all that matters.

Hey yah! First day of camping. The heath bomb is on us. Couldn’t sleep properly. I SHAAAAAAT only a small turdy 🙂

Last shit session at home before going camping. It was plain.

My arse is looking forward to seeing the nature

You know when you press the start button in your microwave oven and you eagerly wait for your dish to be ready, my belly works exactly like that. There are just a few differences, no timer, and what comes out is always unexpected.

Even if I can’t help falling asleep, my relentless body wants to shit.

Gotta make it happy

Oops. Something slipped while peeing

Discharged

At the end of the day, something finally got out. Home and dry. Dry. Dry.