On a crummy overnight train from Budapest
my mate took one one look at the single metal toilet bowl - sharp protruding screws in place of the long-gone seat, filth painted over in black, the paint worn and chipped off again after many years' use, standing in pool of dank water - she went pale, turned round, marched back to our carriage and waited until we checked into our hostel in Cracow next morning.

I just used the bog. Wasn't going to EAT off it, FFS.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Sun 28 Aug 2011, 14:08, 2 replies)

I'm with you Juan
I'm going to piss in it. It's much better if it's clean, but in some places that just doesn't happen.

These woman who 'hover' are the ones who piss on the seats in the first place.
( Mrs Entity is in hiding., Sun 28 Aug 2011, 17:01, closed)

I'm with G-Lo on this one
I'm not so bothered about toilets being clean, like you, I'm just going to piss in it. But can you imagine the smell directly after something like that? That would have been enough to have me leaving the queue and hunting for the nearest bush.
(Petite chien is going to do science to it, Sun 28 Aug 2011, 23:17, closed)