I have had many discussions about the bathroom situation with friends and family, and many facebook questions on the day I posted a few comments about bathrooms. It seems to be a fascinating subject, so I am going to go into a little bit more detail about the public restrooms. Please note that his is not the reality of the community we live. This is the reality of the rest of the country.
Yesterday I caught the 6 p.m. bus and ventured an hour south to the mall. This mall was huge! It was three floors of shopping and then the bottom level was an amusement park. I noticed log rides, swings, waterslides, bumper cars, and lots of other activities. It really looked like a great place to pick up some middle eastern germs!
Now about the bathroom. I bought 2 new dresses (one from the gap), and since they don't have female dressing rooms I had to buy the dresses and go into the bathroom. The bathroom was huge with an entire section of dressing rooms.
However, the toilets were a different story. I am going to call them squatting toilets. You have to stand over the hole and squat down. Also, remember you have to hold up your abaya, and then you do not have toilet paper when you finish. Instead you get the jet propelled nozzle that looks like it could do some permanent damage, and then you must drip dry.
I am one to go to the bathroom in many places. I have sat in open pits in the Amazon Rainforest, had a stomach bug in some type of dark hole in Costa Rica, dug holes out in the woods, and don't forget Bryan's college house toilet! I am good with toilets, but I choose to not use the one last night for fear I would pee on my abaya. It is a lot of material and it looked to wet to take a chance.
I think this will be my last time I blog about toilets. So I hope you enjoyed learning a little bit more about my adventures. ~Rebecca
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