So, I have never been too happy joking about toilet things. Probably the way I was brought up... Never really understood the banter about farts, very hard when you live with 3 blokes and a dog, but I have maintained my position for my whole life. That's private!
Living on the confinement of a boat for 10 days means that there isn't much that is 'private' for very long. Starting with the skipper's briefing: 'whilst in the harbour, we have one toilet for weeing, and one toilet for pooing'*. They are clearly labelled so there is no mistake about where to go (or where you have just been, ouch 😬!).
Very basic sanitary conditions (after all we were only allowed a shower after day 3 meaning that we were only doing a -as referred to by a crew colleague- 'bacterial wash' daily 🤣) combined with the fact that there is nowhere to hide means that I (and probably others) had to just go with it. What's private no longer is on a boat!
Poo (or the lack of), pee, periods and legs needing shaving are part of the day to day chit chat on a boat.... and this with 13 women I had never met before!!! To the point that for those of us who experienced travel constipation (yea, it is a thing!), when relief finally came this was a source of celebration by all on board. 🥳
No surprise then that the spontaneous interview captured at the end of a long voyage seem to keep coming back to the same point again and again and again!