I was really tired and run-down last night after going on a renegade restaurant investigation of my town. Couldn't figure out why, then I realized that I haven't been drinking any water! A closer self-investigation yielded a subconcious effort to avoid squat toilets.
They are everywhere public: at the beach, in restaurants, at my school. Their presence has made me weary of drinking too much, since I nearly fell over on my first attempt. I've had to wash several pairs of pants that got splashed on because I can't aim. This is the one situation in which I am glad that few people speak English so they don't understand my cussing...
I can definitely see why men have an easier time here...
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