Spain Story

I had just crossed the border from France into Spain. It was almost as if someone had flipped a switch, because I was in freezing rain in France and then found myself in warmth and sunshine in Spain. I had plenty of money, but thought I would be adventurous and try to hop trains without paying. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't.

At some point I found myself between the French border and Valencia...I think it was Zaragoza...and I was not able to hop a train, so I was walking. I found myself on a mountain, and I was tired and ready to give up the ghost and find a hotel. I was in the middle of NOWHERE and HAD to be the only fine-ass Gringo walking on that mountain at that particular moment in time.

All of the sudden I had to take a shit. I don't mean, ' I think I'll have to take a shit sometime in the near future', I mean ' I gots to pinch a loaf NOW'. Anyway, I had been sticking close to the train tracks, because train tracks always lead to villages, cities, etc. I was on the side of a very steep mountain, and the only way that I would have been able to successfully drop a deuce was to squat down and hold on for dear life to a tree and let loose. I glanced at the train tracks and thought about the possibility of a train passing and thought, 'Who cares? The train is going to shoot by like a bullet, no one will notice.'

What I didn't realize is that at that particular part of the railway system, there was a curve about a quarter of a mile away from me, and the tra...

Spain Story

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