Jaunted

Faithful Jaunted reader, have you ever stared into the abyss of a dark hole, into the mouth of the Beast, and wondered what strange yet putrid surprises lie in its depths? Have you ever looked into the void and pondered as to what dwells in the bottomless bowels of the Beast? Well, my finacée took one look at the Beast (a.k.a. the Turkish toilet) last week during our first visit to Morocco and cringed in fright. I won't lie to you, even I - uncommonly fearless in the face of danger - felt my knees shaking as my bare buttocks approached the Beast's all-devouring throat... But still I could not and left that dark lair in the shadow of defeat. There's one thing about roughing it in North Africa, dear reader, that you cannot avoid and that is the call of the Beast. He is omnipresent, lurking around each murky corner, waiting for you in His noxious lair. (Just make sure you bring along plenty of toilet paper from back home because it's near impossible to find over there.) Worst of all, there's nothing you can do for to befriend the Beast is your only option. But befriend Him you must. Don't be timid! Loosen those britches, release your pale bottom, and feed Him. For the Beast, I assure you, must be fed eventually... His insatiable appetite knows no bounds.