Let’s talk about Mr. Yum Yum.  When we were in Antarctica, we had the opportunity to camp on the continent.   This was too cool of an experience to pass up, so I pushed away my diva tendencies for a night and went for it.  (He was a life long Boy Scout and all around bad decision maker in the name of cool experiences, so he would have gladly camped nightly if the ship let him!) To my relief, we were told there would be a bathroom on shore. I didn’t question how or what, I just happily drank my dinner wine for warmth and courage and bundled into ever SmartWool layer I could wear and still walk and took the little ride on the dingy to the camp area

…And then we were introduced to Mr. Yum Yum.

I don’t know what I expected for a toilet on the great white continent.   I shouldn’t have believed there would be one at all.   But there was…ish.  The guides had dug up some snow and built a throne facing out into the Antarctic Ocean.  And inside that throne was a bucket with a seat (and a lid, very important to keep the lid down so the seat didn’t freeze or we would have a very awkward recreation of the flag pole scene from “A Christmas Story”), a bag of toilet paper and hand sanitizer.  And this went by the affectionate name of Mr. Yum Yum…I’ll leave you to figure out why on your own.

How does this Antarctic tale relate to our current Moroccan desert adventure, you might ask? Well, when we booked the 2 night desert camping, I was delighted to hear we had a private tent with a bed, a toilet, a shower, and electricity (what can I say, my previous version of “roughing it” was a Holiday Inn Express…). We figured out the electricity come from solar panels, but hadn’t paused to consider how running water would factor in for our bathroom.  As we walked into our tent, it all made sense–behind a beautifully carved and painted screen sat our own personal Mr. Yum Yum!

Let the adventure begin I suppose…