Originally posted by arrakisI typically sleep like a baby. However, I picked up a touch of the stomach flu or food poisoning last week while on a kayaking/camping trip. No tents, just small cabins off the beach.
I can't sleep so I'm here bothering you all. 😕
Nice thing about this is that I can sit in my underwear while I chat with you! 😲
Through the day we paddled around, explored rivers and surfed the waves into shore. I was feeling pretty good until an hour or two after we stopped for lunch and my belly started to rumble. I began to suspect that my turkey/mayo/onion/lettuce sandwich may have gotten too warm on the trip up. Nonetheless, I pressed on, really I had little choice as we were a good hour paddle from camp.
The cramps worsened and I started to look for a place to pull into shore and drop the Cosby kids off at the pool so to speak. Just as it felt like I was about to give birth I was able to surf a large wave into sure. I rocketed out of the kayak like I was on fire and sprinted into the bushes. SPUITPOEP! Sweet Jesus, it felt like my butt had exploded! Sadly, I could still feel the pressure of impending doom in my intestines and I ran back to the kayak and hauled ass back to camp with little more than a mumbled word of goodbye to my paddling friends. Less than 100 yards from camp I realized I had made an error in my ETA to camp and my ETS calculations. I was never going to make it and I did the only thing I could. I barely managed to akwardly balance on the kayak and hang my naked ass over the side when... SPUITPOEP! I almost shot myself off the otherside of the kayak with the recoil.
Anyway, I made it back to camp and fell into my sleeping bag exhausted. I don't even remember my friends getting back, I was out cold in a feverish sleep. What I do remember is faster than you can turn on the lights, swear or go blind... SPUITPOEP! Normally you get some warning, some building pressure, but no, SPUITPOEP all in the sleeping bag. Needless to say I spent the rest of the night sitting on the camp bucket next to a bonfire I'd started with my sleeping bag.
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Originally posted by adramforallNot really, the cabins were little more than a roof with screened in walls. No running water, no toilets, just on the beach. Through the summer, when night rolls around we'll occasionally anchor a bunch of kayaks and/or canoes a few hundred yards off shore and snorkle/spear fish off the platform. No mosquitos and theres something peaceful about sleeping out there... unless you have the trots.
So it wasn't camping then 😛