OK- yes. We are going to talk about bathrooms now. Why? Because there are things about bathrooms and traveling- I wish I had known before I started and also, some of these things are just plain interesting. 🙂
- In Colombia, very few public ladies rooms actually have toilet seats.
- In many countries- including Costa Rica- it is customary to throw the toilet paper in the garbage can next to the toilet, instead of in the bowl. Many septic systems just cannot handle the paper.
- In Colombia, I paid 500 pesos for toilet paper to the attendant outside the bathroom. She gave me said paper and I went in. 🙂
- Once, also in Colombia (can you see a theme here?) on the way into either the ladies or the mens – where it converges- you pull the paper you think you will need from the public roll against the wall there.
- Don’t be surprised if a man is in the ladies room. (Hear that USA?) If the cleaning person on duty is a man, he just comes in and fills up paper, sweeps the floor, etc. He doesn’t call in first and ask if it’s ok. (Today, in Panama, there was a man fixing an overflowing toilet- the attendant told me, you can come in if you don’t mind that he is fixing- and in I went. I have peed too many times now with random men in the vicinity to be all modest now.. and after 3 glasses of champagne, I had to go! LOL)
So… See the photo there? Ok.. so it clearly notes the man side and the woman side. BUT once you actually go into that little hallway- you realize that those little signs in front are the ONLY notification you have on which side is which. So I headed down that little corridor and well see- I had to make a choice. In my defense the actual doors are not marked. So- being 6am in the morning… (I woke up at like 3:40 am!!) and really having to go… (Coffee was finally kicking in if you know what I mean…) I zigged right when I should have zigged left! I was kind of surprised at the amount of “open space” but saw one stall door inside and jumped for it. And here I am, sitting there, and all of a sudden I hear a man’s voice ask the attendant “Aqui? (Here?)” and then FOOTSTEPS!! SHIT!
So much for a peaceful poop! As soon as that guy left, I zipped out of there, but AGH! As I started to dart across the hall (past the attendant brushing his teeth and causing quite the shocked look on his face!) to the women’s side, a man turned into the door! BANG! Oops! Disculpe! (Excuse me!) I made it safely to the other side, red faced and breathing a little hard. <sigh> Now though, all hope was lost, no potty for me! I washed my hands and my face and then went back to the gate. (Even on our way home, I just could not go to the bathroom in the Barranquilla airport! I think I am scarred for life!)
What kind of things have you noticed about bathrooms when you have been traveling in foreign countries?