Adventure No. 2
Avoiding squattie potties.
I truly had what was (probably) an irrational fear of having to use one of these facilities which ranged from a nice tiled one in our guesthouse (fortunately they had a regular western style toilet too),

to one that wasn't quite so nice but most likely just as functional.

It would be one thing to be able to use one of these holes in the ground if you had grown up squatting (or doing yoga) all your life. It's a whole 'nuther thing to start when you are (mumble-mumble)
But I did it.
How? you ask.
The traveler's new best friends: heat and a short supply of clean drinking water equals....
A decreased need to USE said facilities!
2 Comments:
Jan, you are too much. I'm still chuckling and trying not to picture the whole episode!! ;o)
When we're together, I'll show you my latest exercise from Physical Therapy--I call it, "I need to pee at the train station."
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