We were standing on platform one. I felt weak and apparently looked pale. Our train was due in a few minutes. I was nervous about spending four hours on a train in my current state, but was confident that the previous twelve hours or so had emptied everything that could possibly be in my stomach.

I suddenly realised there was more and stood up in a hurry.

I had cased out the platform upon arrival and knew exactly where to find the nearest ablutions. I race there.

The men’s bathroom on platform one at Casablanca Voyageurs station has five cubicles. Two of them have flush toilets. When I run in, two cubicles are occupied… no prizes for guessing which.

Seconds later my hands and knees get sticky as I kneel over a six inch hole in the ground gifting the last of yesterday’s lunch to the pungent depths.

The train arrives while I’m on all fours.

I make it in time, but it’s a very long journey!