CHAPTER3
This one is entitled: The Trek, the Shits

Amidst all the stunning surroundings and the excitement of fulfilling a dream, I had one major drawback. I had just spent an entire month in paraguay, eating and drinking locally with few ill effects, but of course it stands to reason that the day i left for the Inca trail, I got the worst case of the schnertz.
So when i wasn't stopped to admire plants or the incredibly breathtaking scenery, I was stopped in an effort to control the overwhelming urge to lose my bowels all over history.
So one could imagine Becki the Hiker, waist buckle undone and flapping to prevent unnecessary pressure, climbing the countless stairs of the inca trail with the awkward movements that resulted from squeezing the gluteus to prevent any horrific explosions.
But, believing that anything worthwhile usually takes a bit of work, climbing to Machu Picchu with a bad case of the runs only served to make me feel more hardcore.
I'd also like to send a shout out to rachelle for her gift of immodium.
cheers buddy.