Encounters with Foreign Toilets
Tuesday, June 30th, 2009-In
-Toilet-related Story #1: In the small town, I was given directions by my friend’s father to the restroom. He pointed across the street. So I crossed the street and walked around a building which I assumed was the restroom from the smell. I entered and saw the usual holes in the ground, with small dividers between them (short enough that people can converse with each other). There were 2 women. At first, I turned and left. But I couldn’t see another door outside, so I thought, “It’s a small town, men and women probably share the restroom…there’s a small wall, and I have to go…so I don’t care.” The second time I entered, I was given a quick scolding in Chinese, “You can’t come in here!” Even if they had said, “Welcome! Come squat next to me and let’s have a friendly conversation” the harsh sounds of their dialect would have convinced me to leave. But I remained calm and asked the important question: “Where is the men’s toilet?” The one replied, “On THAT side,” and pointed to the wall. I discovered the men’s room after circling the building once more.
-Toilet-related Story #2: I just discovered the first Western Style toilet I have seen since arriving in
-Bonus Toilet-related Story: In