So I’m laying on my wooden slat bed with a mat on top. Next to me sleeps a beautifully hilarious swiss man, who, luckily, I haven’t punched in my sleep yet. Surrounding the room are multi-coloured mosquito nets that make the room look like a fairy tale land. They contain our other 7 team mates. And quietly I hear “is anyone awake.. I really need to pee” and even quieter someone says “yes”. Following is a hilarious conversation between the two women. One clearly busting to go, and one convinced that she will not get up.
PLEASE GET UP AND GO WITH ME…
WILL SOMEONE ELSE PLEASE GO WITH ME?
Later we found out that almost the whole team was actually awake and sniggering at the conversation, but I had fallen back to sleep before the conclusion. But it made me think about that weird behaviour in woman life.
The female team toilet trip. So communal and secure is the bathroom visit in at least pairs, that bladders will be stretched so until it is possible to go together. Now the instance I shared above was found in a village, in the dark, with a crazy dog downstairs. But most other times you will find it, in a restaurant that has been eaten at multiple times, in countries that the same language is spoken.
Why do we have this inbuilt need of company?