Lads Pissing

I think we all know this feeling when, after some drinks to hydrate your self in a hot sun, or some beer to add up to the enjoyment in your trip, you end up desperate in a foreign town! Sometimes on a bus, on a plane, in a throng of other tourists, or at the tourist attraction you've never been before. You might have a very hard time communicating with the locals as well! Your bladder just cannot wait, and hopes your language skill is great enough before it cannot hold on! Traffic jam, turbulence, and other journey disasters could suspend you from a trip to the toilet. Such a situation filled with desperation. We've all been there somehow. This topic is somehow related to the Traffic Jam Desperation post as well.

I've been to the provinces with my aunt, and on my way home, with my aunt's friend as our driver, I started to feel the need to go quite badly. Actually I felt the need, but I didn't see any gas stations or rest stops on the way. So I just thought of holding it until I could see a rest stop. I sat still, holding all the water I drank at the restaurant inside me. Most of the time I managed to hold it for a long time. It was about an hour or so for that hold.

Then, to kill the time, my aunt's friend started to talk about the road. He said this was one of the worst intersection in terms of traffic jam. (And I never knew we would travel home this way!) He started to tell his story about last time he drove here. He said he had to wait for the green light so long that he started to look around. He saw people coming out of cars and ran to the thicket nearby. He just saw all of them peeing like crazy. Desperate men kept coming to the thicket because they couldn't hold it anymore.

I was madly desperate listening to him, and told him that I needed to pee so badly. He said there was a rest stop ahead of us. I sighed and waited. When we drove into the rest stop, I almost leaked. When the car parked, I ran to the men's room and released it all into the urinal. I peed there for more than a minute, with thick transparent stream!

If you have your story about pee desperation and travel, please share. Thank you!

When traveling in foreign countries, I learned to pee whenever there was a toilet available. That's bad for bladder training but it usually worked for me. I could rely on the facilities at my hotel for the start and finish of my days, and most restaurants offered rest rooms, but there were great gaps during which I had to watch my fluid input. It seemed that most trains and buses that I used did not have onboard toilets, and in terminals they were sometimes hard to find and/or required the appropriate coins. No beer drinking unless I could see the entrance to the men's room!

I remember an excursion at a port-of-call from a cruise where, in addition to some general sight-seeing viewed from the bus which took us out, we all went canoeing in two-person kayaks on a river. Seated in front of me in the bus was a very handsome young guy, maybe 25 or 30, by himself, and since I was by myself too he suggested that we share a canoe when we got to the canoe depot after spending about half an hour in the bus.

Well, there weren't any toilets at the canoe depot. But before we got ourselves installed in our kayak, where we would be confined inside with a so-called tuilik covering the open section of the canoe to prevent us getting wet, this guy looked at me a bit awkwardly and said he really needed to pee and would have to go and find a tree somewhere before we started. It just strikes me that it was a good thing for him that he did take this precaution, because from the moment we got ourselves into the kayak until the point where the canoeing section of our tour stopped was at least 2 hours. I've sometimes wondered about the alternative scenario that my good-looking boat mate had decided to ignore the bladder pressure he was feeling after the bus trip and just got into the kayak with me, only to realise later when we were paddling on the river that he really couldn't hold on any longer...!

OP took the topic came from my most recent story?

Well, the scenario of that story was based on my personal experience. Of course, the story was exaggerated with many details changed. With several stops all at nearby locations, I was worried of making too many precautionary pees. Then when I decided to skip the toilet, the bus went on a 90 minute ride to the next location. I did arrive very desperate, but I didn't leak, but it was very close. One of the fellow members in the tour group did exclaim loudly that "you really have to go".

With reference to Brian's kayak experience, the young man was fortunate to be teamed up with another man and could admit his problem. Had he been sharing the kayak with a luscious young lady, would he have told her he had to wee-wee? Possibly not! I suspect he would have tried to manfully hold it.

Were there available trees nearby?

@googlism2008 I had a hunch that your wonderful Alan story might have been based on personal experience.

@Fred Indeed. He seemed a bit shy about it when he said it to me, so with slightly changed circumstances he might have made a very bad decision to just get into the canoe without dealing with his need first!

@burstingguys I'm not sure. But he was gone for the appropriate couple of minutes and came back with a smile on his face.

Like Googlism, I also put this minor experience into a story years ago (but embellished it). "Greg and friends go on holiday" includes a scene with a guy in a two-person kayak needing to pee urgently (and losing some of it into his jeans before he can get out of the boat).

Brian wrote: ↑19 Dec 2018, 22:10 Like Googlism, I also put this minor experience into a story years ago (but embellished it). "Greg and friends go on holiday" includes a scene with a guy in a two-person kayak needing to pee urgently (and losing some of it into his jeans before he can get out of the boat).

Nice story there - thanks!

Good story. Thanks for sharing.

Remember once being on the Amazon on a locally built craft for a sight seeing trip. The guys were selling beers and they were much appreciated in that heat. I went to investigate the toilet to discover to my horror there wasn’t one! The return trip was purgatory and I recall getting off the boat with one hand plunged in the pocket of my shorts for dear life. There was nowhere to go when we got off and I already had damp underpants. I will leave the story of the walk back to the hotel to your imagination!