I have been in China for a couple of days now and while I
should be painting a picture of the rich culture and delectable cuisine,
instead I am choosing to write about toilets. Yes that’s right, toilets. As our
journey progresses, what we take for granted at home - a commode where you can
sit and read the paper on a Sunday morning – will be increasingly harder to
find. These so called “Western toilets” are few are far between the further
afield that you travel. It has only been a few days and I am already over the
squat toilets. I suppose the novelty of perfecting the stance and successfully not peeing on my shoe each time I needed
to relieve myself wore off during my last voyage. It’s sad, but I find myself
getting increasingly excited each time I open the stall door and find some
place to sit. Extra points if there is toilet paper. Super extra points if
there is actually hand soap at the sink.
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