He stuck his hand inside his rucksack and pulled out a nappy, stuffing it up his T-shirt in case he ran into anyone in the hallway and went to the bathroom.

Locking the door, Ben lay the nappy spread out on the bathroom floor. He realised that if he put it over the nappy he was already wearing it probably wouldn’t absorb his pee properly. He would have to cut the plastic of the nappy he was wearing somehow so that his urine could spread through into the nappy underneath. He looked around the bathroom, there was a half empty bottle of shampoo and an old toothbrush, nothing he could cut the plastic with. He opened the cupboard under the sink, and was met with an array of items various youth hostellers had discarded, including several disposable razors.