Toilet Stories

You know we had to have them! Vaguely in date order.

1. The day we left for Europe, Michaela (the owner of most toilet stories) had to go to the toilet twice at Canberra airport. J and I gave a stern lecture about the importance of only going when you had to. You will be pleased to know that MLR never gave up her love of toilets for the whole two months.
   
   
2. On one plane journey I went looking for MLR as she was supposed to be in the toilet. I found her outside the first class toilet with a hostie telling her that she could not use these toilets. I was about to take her away when MLR informed the hostie that she was "busting" and the hostie walked us around to the other side of the plane and pushed MLR in front of a man waiting and then we both went to the first class toilet. Let me tell you it is no different to the cattle class. The major difference is that the lotions and potions come in glass bottles instead of plastic ones.
   
   We all thought the bidets (or bottom ticklers) we found all through Italy were hilarious.
   
   
   
3. On the eurostar from Rome to Naples, 10 minutes out of Naples station, MLR became locked in the toilet. J tried to jemmy the lock with his expensive prescription sunglasses and I stopped him. J went off to get help from the staff. I talked to MLR through the door and several people in the carriage offered various help and advice (in Italian of course), to no avail. Finally I tried to jemmy the lock with my $5 sunglasses and successfully released MLR to cheers from the crowd. I then had to run through the carriages to find J - who was now returning with a bewildered train employee. After much gesticulating we managed to persuade the train person that MLR was alright.
   
   
   
4. Why is it that when you do not need a toilet there is always one around (like the street toilet in front of our apartment in Paris) and when you do need one you cannot get one for love or money such as the day we went to the Eiffel Tower. Having eaten at a loveley cafe off the Boulevard Saint Michelle, we headed for the Eiffel Tower via the left bank of the Seine. We saw tents pitched directly beside the river. We walked along the road, past street stalls with flags and posters, teatowels and magnets for sale - read somewhere that some of these stalls had been around 300-400 years! Had a toilet break in a cafe just after the Musee Dorsay (we checked out the statues outside, but the queue to get in was too long). Shortly after we left the cafe A developed an urgent need to use the toilet again, after much wriggling and uncomfortableness a toilet was found in an Italian restaurant. A very expensive set of drinks was purchased to ensure use of the one toilet and a very relieved A. We did eventually get to the Eiffel Tower and another toilet stop. A will never take toilets for granted again.
   
   
5. On our way back to Singapore we had MLR brought back to us from the lounge upstairs, where she said she was "looking for the toilet". Must try that one next time we are in one of those planes. On our last let from Singapore to Sydney, MLR decided to spend a long time in the toilet and came out with slicked hair and smelling beautifully!.

Queue to the ladies toilets at the Colloseum. This was one queue I did not join.