waddup peeps ~ my sis went to Russia today for a 2-week missions trip. I couldn't help but think of when I had gone on a missions trip, just 2 years ago. I went to China/Tibet for 2 months, and it was one of the most defining experiences of my life... (and the dream sequence begins)
The ten of us were enjoying the festivities of the annual Litang horse festival. I guess Tibetans really like horses or something, but they have a yearly festival where they have horse-trick showcases, and horse races, etc. We were so close to the clouds - you could almost touch them. I just remember tents of nomad families, a sea of the red-orange buddhist attire, and heavily-adorned women screaming from behind trying to scare the silly asian tourists (that's us!).
So here's where I get really personal: I hadn't gone #2 in quite a while. We had been traveling through the Tibetan mountains for a week already, staying in smelly hotels, desperately trying to fall asleep on the ghetto busses, and drinking a whole lotta yak butter tea. I knew there was a circus goin' on inside me, yet I had nothing to show for it.
While walking around, buying fruit that we probably shouldn't have eaten, a couple of us had the need to attend the facilities. The facilities, meaning a tent with a plank over a pile of.. yes... dung. It was the sickest and smelliest thing I'd ever seen in my life. So we ventured over to a pole and decided to just let loose while our teammates formed a flimsly "wall" of jackets around the person in the hole. OK. So i went. Finally. I kept thinking in my mind "I hope they don't smell it..." But alas they did...
And there you have it - my most embarassing moment: Pooing in the middle of a field of people during the Litang Horse Festival, while my teammates stood inches away, smelling.... me.... :(