Part II. A Poo in the hair is worth two in the bush. My NCL Worley mate Steve and his wife Jo took me down to the local souk (shopping markets) to have a look round the other night. Little did I know that I’d end up on the wrong side of what I believe to be an ill temped mutated pelican shit. You can view the pic of this one in the photos section. While walking along I thought some bastard had thrown some sort of nut at my head. Only due to a small piece of shat that ricochet down onto my hand did I become suspicious that I had remnants left on my upper body, hence the reason for the photo. The best part of this after the initial cleanup we carried on walking down the street when I had this bad feeling that I may still have been covered in poo I asked Jo to check the top of my ear, her reaction said it all. I had a nice little buildup still sitting on top of my ear. I’m led to believe that getting shat on (by a bird) is lucky. Well from the size and texture of this one I got nothing to worry about in my life ever again.