It finally struck on the flight home from Israel. Approximately over Berlin, as it happened. Historically appropriate, you may say, though I assume they have toilet holding tanks on those planes. Although at 35,000 feet (the outside temperature was well below zero), anything released would be flash frozen before it landed.
Fortunately for me, the toilets on the plane were available when I needed one and it was soon over. This was after a week of enjoying uninterrupted Israeli fare, particularly the chicken and salads (heavy on the humus) that seem to be the national meal. Great trip, very memorable, thanks to my pal Snoopy the Goon and his charming wife, whom I hope to entice to visit Texas before too much longer.
THE TEXAS SCRIBBLER 