I squat down, do my business, and then leave my tissue on the ground. Sorry, Earth, but I’m not transporting that with me.
As I’m pulling up my pants, a bus full of people drives by. A cloud of dirt descends on me, getting into my mouth. I spit as much of it out as I can.
Oliver leans against the car, smoking, with a giant smirk on his face, watching me as I walk back.
“Everything good, love?”
“Wonderful.” I offer a fake smile and get in the car.
Several miles down the road, we pass the same bus that sprayed me with dirt. It’s pulled to the side of the road, and the passengers are lined up in the grass, clearly urinating.
“Need another rest stop, love?” Oliver asks with a chuckle.
“Nope, I’m good.”
We pass a few small communities consisting of mainly mud houses before we get to Lin
