So is scatology hour over asked Bernhard.
It was really so nice of him to ask.
The Mad Hindu was waiting for us at the warung, a little shack on the beach serviced by a couple of old whores from Lombok.
‘You are swimming in it.’
The waves lapped up on the sand and with it came flotsam and jetsam and shit.
‘You shitting me.’
Nope. I pointed down the beach. See, I said, that’s where the raw sewage runs from the sewage pipes. It’s raw, pure shit. And a little further down, a creek runs past the dump. So we are really getting double the value for our money.