So we left Friday afternoon, we went to a military airport and waited for a few hours. The over here was about 7 hours. It was a commercial flight chartered for the military and we got to Morocco about 0700 the next day. We flew into rain, rain in Africa?!? Yes, this was my thought as we began to offload the plane. We deplane and board buses to go to customs and once we get over to the building we have to locate our ruck and duffel and form up. My ruck alone easily weights over 50 lbs. so managing all this is no small feat for me. We verify all our bags and then immediately reload them back onto the trailer that they were just off loaded from...yep that is the army for ya!! This whole process took a little over an hour and once we are done loading the bags they tell us that we can utilize the latrines before we in process to the country. Finally, a little bit of good news cause this girl has got to go!! Now, keep in mind that we are in a 3rd world Muslim country and I am noting more than a small town Kansas girl. So I make my way into the building with my battle and we start to stand in a long line, when someone with rank pulls all the females out of line and brings us to the front. They are going to let the handful of us on this trip use the facilities first. Ahhh, what sweet guys that is what you are thinking right?
So we go into the bathrooms and are meet with stalls and sinks with mirrors, the little comforts of home so far away right, this mission might not be so bad after all!!! I walk to the middle stall and open the door.....my jaw hit the floor, a pit formed in the bottom of my stomach and immediately i knew that I wasn't in Kansas anymore!!!
I am facing nothing more than a hole in the ground with two ridges where one would place the feet and at the front of the stall is a bucket and spicket.....wow..... speechless...sure we have all heard about the stories of this happening but have any of us really experience this first hand? I have now....
I peed in a hole, I dropped the acu's, grabbed the back and tilted the booty and went.....I can say that peeing in a hole for the first time was a great success and there was little to no splashing....hey I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried!!!
So peeing in a hole is how I start this African adventure, what more is to come....or dare I even ask?
