I stayed at a place on Gotland once that was an old school buildingThere were three toilet cubicles, one with one seat, one with two seats and one with three seats. However the two-seater had had one seat boarded up and the three-seater had had two boarded up, making each cubicle a one-person institution. Obviously the owners had moral concerns about people performing their bodily functions side by side.
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Photoshop Bitch 2014 edition,
Tue 3 Jul 2012, 14:16,
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I once had the misfortuneof being forced to use the facilities of a remote bus station in China. It had been a long ride, and Mr Tortoise's head was touching cloth
as I ran to the public conveniences. I was greeted at the door by a person of indeterminate gender, having both bewbs AND a beard.
Hurling some loose change at the creature, I hurriedly made my way inside, only to be confronted with a shallow trough on the floor, separated into several compartments by extremely low walls, a tap on the wall, and a bucket.
The object of the exercise involved squatting over the trough, snapping one off, and then flushing it away with a bucketful of water. Timing and position was everything.
It's extremely unnerving to be looking at the back of someone's head whilst curling one down, but even more frightening knowing that the person behind is doing the same. The worst bit was when the chap behind finished first, and
chucked his bucket of water into the trough, thereby creating a logjam of turds (mine and his) directly under my arse.
French toilets? Luxury!
(as I ran to the public conveniences. I was greeted at the door by a person of indeterminate gender, having both bewbs AND a beard.
Hurling some loose change at the creature, I hurriedly made my way inside, only to be confronted with a shallow trough on the floor, separated into several compartments by extremely low walls, a tap on the wall, and a bucket.
The object of the exercise involved squatting over the trough, snapping one off, and then flushing it away with a bucketful of water. Timing and position was everything.
It's extremely unnerving to be looking at the back of someone's head whilst curling one down, but even more frightening knowing that the person behind is doing the same. The worst bit was when the chap behind finished first, and
chucked his bucket of water into the trough, thereby creating a logjam of turds (mine and his) directly under my arse.
French toilets? Luxury!
Chumps 👀,
Tue 3 Jul 2012, 15:34,
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Thanks for sharing!!I shall not be eating for the rest of the week
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spazzcaptain Misses Valin @,
Tue 3 Jul 2012, 16:14,
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