There's something else that would bother me about this trip, especially given that the bathroom's not one of these 7'x7' spaces the primitives boast of having; I'm sure on that little tiny boat with just 300 square feet, the bathroom's probably even much smaller than that.
I explained this in "portrait of an 'ex'-Communist," in the Sandhills forum, but the short short version is this:
The apartments in the socialist paradises of the workers and peasants were very diminuitive, tiny.
The commode was usually in a room all by itself, perhaps 3'x3', just off the dining-living room. The doors were flimsy.
Whenever Vladimir, an obese carbuncled flabby "ex"-Communist waxing even fatter off U.S. "foreign aid," went into it and sat down, everybody knew how he was progressing when evacuating. I didn't hear it myself, but I was told his grunts, groans, passing of air, winces, yelps (Vladimir was afflicted with hamorrhoids), and plops could be heard by those outside at the table.
It's got to be even worse than that, on a small boat.
