So many of my Australian experiences were based around the Outback Ladies Room. And by that, of course, I mean the large stretches of wilderness with little coverage in which we were expected to find a tiny bush and pop a squat.
On one of this particular squat popping occasions, our bus was driving at night and pulled up (so fortuitously!) next to a long line of thick bushes. The ladies were instructed to go behind the bushes while the guys walked off into the great bush-less wilderness on the other side of the bus.
So there we were: a long line of squatting ladies behind a long line of bushy bushes, when suddenly a car went roaring past with its brights on. And then another. And another. Exposing our exposure to at least five Australian motorists.
It turns out that the unnatural line of bushes was unnatural (who knew?), planted in the median on the Australian highway.
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