When I first went to America and did some traveling I was something of a “fish out of water” as we all are when exploring a strange new land, and of course I made a few mistakes. This is one of them..

I once had occasion to visit a lonely farmhouse and was almost horribly killed! It didn’t cross my mind as I drove down the long twisting driveway, that I was moving further and further away from any possibility of rescue by neighbours should the need arise.

While driving across America one time I began to realize that nature would soon be calling and so rather than spend a few uncomfortable miles squirming in my car seat and always mindful of my most wonderful prostate I thought it better to head things off at the pass and find a suitable loo.