In Antigua, one night I shared a room with a couple from Denmark, and I had a dream that I farted really loudly and then laughed out loud, so that they would know that I knew...
Then, in San Marcos, I rented a bed in a hostel dorm. The dorm turned out to be a huge gutted house with five twin beds. Three upstairs and two down. I set up camp upstairs, since there was a huge spider in the main floor bedroom. I had one roommate: Grit from Germany. One night the latin polka band was crazy intense and played until after 2am. At about 11:30ish we drifted off in our conversation...when I farted really loud! CRAP. All I could do was laugh out loud so that she would know that I knew that it happened. I heard nothing out of her, so I assumed she was sleeping. The next night at dinner, she said something about how late the music went, and then said, "when you laughed..." so I whispered in her ear that I laughed because I farted, and she said she heard that too. UGH. Turns out the night in Antigua was probably not a dream.
When she checked out I was worried about sleeping in this huge house all by myself, but when I returned to my room after dinner, I noticed that the door to the downstairs room was closed. Phew! I don't like being alone! Except then at about 11:30 I had to go to the bathroom. Of course I had to go number two. On this special toilet in this special concrete-walled bathroom it was, like, incredibly amplified.
And for some reason, this was the noisiest, slowest process I think I've ever experienced. I was hoping and praying that my new roommate was already sleeping and maybe with headphones in. I'll never know because she checked out before I woke up, so YAY! At least I know she'll never know it was me. But if I were her I would have done some investigating to find out who it was. For Reals.
The night after that happened I got REALLY sick and ended up spending the night on the toilet, from both ends. Thank goodness that night I was alone in the house. I spent the following day in bed. I pretty much slept and used the toilet microphone for 37 hours.
You can say I left Guatemala with a bang.
I blame all the beans.