I Have to Write More About the Toilettes

When traveling, most people (us for example) seem to have at least a passing curiosity in the WC (toilette).  This is probably because we all are interested in understanding things that are different from what are “familiar.”

By now you have probably read Jordan’s post about the drive through the Alps and the lack of friendly “facilities”(if you haven’t, click here before reading on), so after this twenty minute layover and completion of the legal paperwork, we were on our way again and anxious to find some type of rest stop.  Winding through the Alps is not necessarily known for its amenities, but after about another 90 (long) minutes, we reached our goal. I bounded in, waited (due to WC traffic), opened the stall door and stood in shock and awe.  What I found could best be described as a stainless steel sink set into the floor with two foot outlines on each side (you can view a new similar one for sale on the excellent European decorating site, decofinder).  This was it.  I turned, planted my feet in the appropriate spot, and grabbed the handles and did what Jordan describes as “hang on for dear life”.  

I can now say I have experienced my first Turkish toilet!  I have now been hazed into one more meaningful bathroom experience that could only be topped by a tree stump in the woods.  Perhaps this is reserved for a future visit to the Black Forrest.

Adding to my toilette firsts, the shower in our current hotel comes complete with a footrest to aid in leg   shaving.  I suppose this makes up for the phone booth size shower (not really).

By the way, is anyone else grossed out by the fact that in the hotel bathroom there is a phone AND ashtray (matches included) next to the commode?   Ick.

Comments

[Ashley]

Oh god, don't touch anything!!!! Ahhhh!!

[Beki]

lol, I remember the WC's in Belgium. It was always a challenge to get in and out without touching anything. That is where I learned to "round house" kick the handle to flush. :)