Public toilets
When I was a child my mother would always insist I went to the toilet before we went anywhere, to avoid having to head straight for the nearest public toilet. It never worked. No matter where we went I was always desperate for the toilet by the time we got their, so needless to say, my mom got quite good at finding nice public toilets.
When I was about 14 we went to Lake Garda, Italy on holiday. While there we took a daytrip to Venice. My Dad found a multistorey where a little cash bought us a space in an otherwise full car park, and as per usual I was desperate for the toilet, even though I had been 1hour(?) earlier when we left the hotel.
My Mom found a local bar where we could have coffee and I could borrow the toilet. However, I opened the door to the cubicle, took one look at a hole in the ground and turned on my heals. I would rather burst than go to use the whole in the ground as a toilet.
Years later, and having spend many holidays etc finding publicly availably toilets in the most interesting places, and of different and mysterious kinds, I have almost overcome my oversion to weird toilets. But the hole in the ground... tsk.
We have just come back from a all over wonderfull holiday in France with friends. We had a long drive, but motorway stops usually have toilets, and only once did we come across these being holes in the ground. Luckily the handicap toilet had a normal toilet.
When I was about 14 we went to Lake Garda, Italy on holiday. While there we took a daytrip to Venice. My Dad found a multistorey where a little cash bought us a space in an otherwise full car park, and as per usual I was desperate for the toilet, even though I had been 1hour(?) earlier when we left the hotel.
My Mom found a local bar where we could have coffee and I could borrow the toilet. However, I opened the door to the cubicle, took one look at a hole in the ground and turned on my heals. I would rather burst than go to use the whole in the ground as a toilet.
Years later, and having spend many holidays etc finding publicly availably toilets in the most interesting places, and of different and mysterious kinds, I have almost overcome my oversion to weird toilets. But the hole in the ground... tsk.
We have just come back from a all over wonderfull holiday in France with friends. We had a long drive, but motorway stops usually have toilets, and only once did we come across these being holes in the ground. Luckily the handicap toilet had a normal toilet.
Sparkles by Sparkling at 6:59 pm
5 Comments:
Truly a work of art. It was in the 1920s when an artist brought a urnial inside and called it art.
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Oh EWWWWWWWWWWWW .....
I have nightmares about filthy toilets ... and believe me they ARE nightmares! Some I've even seen for real and run the opposite way from. I'll pee in the weeds first! Or whatever! LOL
You shouldn't go to rural Japan or to the middle of nowhere in Asia...
Yikes, this reminds me of the public toilet we went to in France. It was one of those holes in the ground and I was that desperate I HAD to go. But ewwwwwwwwwww
Avoid Greeece .......... Turkey is good though as muslims have to be clean when they pray.
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