I've had guns pointed at me in many different countries, sometimes even by our own side. I've also sat on my own on a beach on a desert island, which was nice because nobody was trying to shoot me. Tell us your tales of foreign travel.
Thanks to SnowytheRabbit for the suggestion
(, Thu 18 Apr 2013, 17:43)
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I may once, out of sheer curiosity, have used a french bog. Unfortunately I didn't realise that the squat was supposed to be taken low to the hole, rather than in some sort of teeing off at golf pose.
It didn't end well.
(, Tue 23 Apr 2013, 14:04, 11 replies)
and just used the side of a building.
(, Tue 23 Apr 2013, 14:41, closed)
As a fresh faced teenager catching a connecting flight via Paris I entered the lav was baffled by the hole in the ground and assumed it was out of order. Investigated a few more cubilces and decided to wait until I could go on the plane.
(, Tue 23 Apr 2013, 14:41, closed)
No cubicle doors or owt either. Anyone could walk past and catch you crimping one off in full view of everyone.
(, Tue 23 Apr 2013, 15:08, closed)
I was having a piss in some public bogs in France when a woman walked in and stood right next to me with her little boy and held him steady while he pissed.
This alone I found a bit odd but the clincher was when she turned to me, nodded and politely said "bonjour" as I pissed.
(, Tue 23 Apr 2013, 16:57, closed)
would be "Comment ca va, lavage mon prepuce"
(, Wed 24 Apr 2013, 1:40, closed)
It was the first time I used a French toilet that I realised we hadn't done the frogs any favours when we took on the dirty Hun for them.
(, Tue 23 Apr 2013, 20:00, closed)
Head down, left arm straight, eye on the ball. Oh, and keep your head still.
(, Tue 23 Apr 2013, 20:50, closed)
Trousers round your ankles and then squat over a hole and hope that 1: your shit doesn't end up falling half in your pants and 2: your straining thighs don't give way, dropping you right in it
(, Wed 24 Apr 2013, 9:38, closed)
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