THIS GOES OUT TO THE ONES I LOVE . . .

to share a good C.A. story with (that's CRAP ATTACK, for the uninitiated). It was actually in Ellora and I can't believe I forgot to mention it in yesterday's post. Maybe you'll wish I'd permanently forgotten and I'm warning those who are squeamish not to read further. ANYwho . . .

So there I am touring the impressive temple cave complex when I feel the unmistakable rumblings of a good meal gone bad. And I am ages away from any toilets. But the caves are just that . . . caves. They're small and dark and there are tons of them. And I am prepared. I have a headlamp on my head and a sturdy plastic bag and toilet paper in my backpack and a traveling companion that I am comfortable enough with to say "ERG!!!!! Nic!!!! I know that I am in a sacred spot that has achieved World Heritage status, but . . . Guard the cave and don't let anyone come in because I don't feel so good!!!!" So I get myself situated over the bag in a dark cave corner and . . . all it was was a big ol' Indian fart. Which, having now been gone for almost two months, all Dragoman travelers know can go one of two ways . . . just a little gassy way or the dreaded "Mustard Bum in the pants" way. Whew. Or, should I say Phew:-)