An ode to joy in the wilderness

Picture this: late night, deep in the wilderness of the Botswana swamps. My bladder is bursting, but the tent bathroom is occupied. Inside I hear water running, which doesn’t particularly help containing my waterworks.

I rap on the tent door. No reaction. Slam with an open hand, harder. Still no reaction.

“Ansie!” My tentmate has a ‘slight’ hearing problem. And she’s been inside for hours.

“Ansie! Are you in the shower?”