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My constrictor nearly got a strain trauma
It was late afternoon as I reached the border to Turkey. The officers were positively surprised as they saw me and asked me heaps of questions. As they heard where I wanted to go, they,
of course, didn´t belive me. Nevertheless, I got a stamp in my passport and crossed the border.
I had probably half an hour, before the sun went down, but before that, I wanted to tak e a
picture from the sunset. As I grabbed my camera, my pol-filter dropped on the road and was broken, well, not a good start in a new coutry!
Now I had another problem, because the landscape was that flat,
that my tent could easily be a target for a tomahawk. I wasn´t keen to get unwanted visitors that night, so I had to have an idea.
A little bit later I passed a farmer, who was sitting in front of a little
fire. Suddenly I had an idea! I stopped and grabbed all the food I had, to invite the old man. The farmer was quiet surprised and a little bit later we were both
sitting near the fire and eating my food. After we had finished the meal, the farmer „told“ me with his hands that he invited me in his house. My plan worked!
In darkness we brought the sheep to the farm and walked to the house of the farmer. The old man showed me the room, where I could sleep, it was the sleeping room, he wanted to  sleep on the sofa before the room. But before I wanted to go to bed, we had to have dinner. The food was cold but I didn´t want to
dissapoint the farmer and ate the food.
Later that evening, we all went to bed and I fell in a deep sleep. Around 6 am, the food wanted to get out. Luckily on the natural way,
but it had to be quick!!! First i tried to think about something nice, but it didn´t work, I had to look for a toilet.
First I discovered the two doors in the sleeping room, but hadn´t success. So I sneaked in
the living room, where the farmer was snoring on the sofa. I woke him up and tried to explain, that I needed a toilet. He showed me the way, and went back to bed. The toilet was
situated near the house, it was a small concrete building with a hole in the ground. I sat over the hole and let it go.
After that I went back to bed and trid to fall back to sleep, but after a while the drama
repeated.
After that; the meaning exploding asshole became a fixed word when I told travel stories.
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