In Mozambique, there was a club named Batuque in Maputo, it means drum(we called it buttocks). After a trip to the Costa Du Sol Hotel, and some Piri Piri, I felt decidedly queezy.About six hours passed , and I needed a pee, at about 3 am in the morning. It was a small toilet (3x3- 1 loo- 2 urinal set-up), a kind semi-bush style kazi. Well, I was halfway thru "syphoning the python" (just a fun-pun) when a felt a rumble down in the jungle. With a sense of what was coming, I was able to drop the back-door and thought I'd let off a micro pant-shart. On closer inspection, and pissed as, I realized that I had sprayed the back wall with a whole new shade a cocoa. Fortunately, no-one was about and was able to make a quick escape.Taxi driver wasn't overly pleased by perfume.