The Horror.

yesterday, I did the one thing I did not want to do on this trip and that was to take a squatting shit. I'm ready to call it a backpacking trip and go home now. I've done just about everything I wanted to do and some I didn't want to: party, meet people, surf, lounge around, see new places etc... At least the view was nice. I got to watch big rolling 4-5 feet sets come crashing towards me as I pooped amongst a rock boulder break wall. The waves would break about 5 feet in front and ten feet below me. Unusual to say the least. I didn't take any pictures, I didn't have the camera with me.