Indian cringes
2) We'd been shown round the manufacturing site and the purpose built 'business centre'. We were shown the 'western suite' where they hosted western business men who had to stay over. Sticking our head round the door there was a nice bedroom. The toilets are through there, he gestured to the right.

We'd had a good meeting, met the CEO of the company, and were about to have lunch, but my guts got the better of me first and I had to make my excuses. I walked past the entrance to the business suite and took the next left off the corridor, reasoning that it would be a connecting door to the toilets.

I opened the door and was hit by a cloud of mosquitoes, the stench and a couple of hole in the ground squat toilets. Desperate by now, and thinking 'when in Rome' I did the business, then looked around for something to clean up with - there was only a jug of water.

I trickled some of it over my arse and had a bit of a circumspect rub at some of the larger dangleberries, but realised I needed more water.

Nothing doing. A slight trickle of brownish water came out of the taps, then nothing. I looked around for towels, paper, anything, nothing.

Bollocks. I knew there were some napkins in the conference room, so I tried to sneak back in to clean my hands... and bumped into the CEO of the company we'd just met.

He wasn't staying for lunch, and he thanked me for our input - and extended a welcoming hand...
(Countryslicker, Tue 2 Dec 2008, 15:22, 2 replies)

Which is why
in some cultures (don't know if India counts) you use only you right hand to eat food, and shake with your right hand, and wipe your arse with your left hand.
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Tue 2 Dec 2008, 16:44, closed)

But
what if the person whose hand you are shaking has been whacking off foundry workers all day or something? That's going to affect the taint of your lunch, I reckon.
(Rsoles, Tue 2 Dec 2008, 19:51, closed)