Sunday, 11 December 2022 | 11:34 AM

The hangover shit adventure doesn’t end.

I went to a bar where the toilet was literally a shit-hole and there was very few toilet paper. I squatted.

The flush was not performing good, so I had to move my freshly shat poo with my hands, protected by the paper.

Now, After 40 more kilometers I am in a different bar, and I am shitting again. I am feeling a lot better now, and I have a solid toilet under my cheeks.