When one travels, one of the elements with which he has to share his day to day life, just as he would in his house, is the bathroom . In this case, leaving aside the bath, shower or sink, I want to focus only on the toilet, also known by the name of toilets, cup or “baza” , as we call it in Cantabria.
Receive the name you receive, that seat of china or porcelain must provide us with the security necessary to feel at ease when it comes to our needs . It is clear that“at home, nowhere” , but if the seat in question meets a minimum hygienic, almost none have any problem in making use of work service, a restaurant, and even a mall. Although in some cases we dare not sit on it . Or spend more time cleaning it with a roll of paper than “using it”.
But I deviated from the subject. As I said, when traveling, one must face the dilemma of encountering different baths than we are accustomed to. Especially if you travel by free, making our the local way of life, and not in hotels adapted to the western standards.
I remember the first bathroom I went to in India as if it were today: Nothing but a Turkish plate on the floor, giving off an odor difficult to bear . Not to mention that the use of toilet paper is something that is not there, and instead use a “manguerita” or tap to be cleaned with water and the help of the hand . It took me a long time to find the proper position to buckle down without spotting my pants with the indescribable floor of the passenger compartment, and to clean myself without wetting my clothes for more than a quarter of an hour.
Fortunately, that visit was “short”, since I only had to pee, but when a few days later I caught the dreaded and almost inevitable “traveler’s diarrhea,” my (frequent)service visits became a veritable torture. Until I got used to it.
From there, and after multiple experiences accumulated in the baths of Nepal , Cambodia , Indonesia or so many other countries , the “Turkish toilet” and I have become close friends. But I have not been fully aware of it until now, in China , when I entered a public restroom with (something unusual) seat, I stood looking at him, defiant, and thinking: “And now, how do I do? I do not play it crazy. “
And it is that travel opens the mind, and what at first may seem to us something abominable, ends up becoming the most natural thing in our eyes .
I am a fervent defender of the Turkish plates : they seem to me the most hygienic (especially in public baths like the first picture ), and why not say, we are forced to adopt the most natural posture to do “our things”. In the case of women, also to give birth, but that is another issue.
I also defend the use of water for cleaning . At first it can give some disgust (and what we have to “touch” is our only thing) , but when you think about it, it is not much less hygienic to rub a piece of dry paper, we have to use both To get the desired result? For not going into the subject of the unnecessary expenditure of paper that supposes. Or that role does not have the same quality around the world, and in some countries it seems that one is being cleaned with sandpaper.
I admit it is not normal. In the end, “normal” is what we have lived and taught us. I know cases of people who not only do not use the use of this kind of toilet, but even go so far as to feel so uncomfortable at the idea of having to use them, that they “block” , suffering terrible discomforts. There are also those who do not conceive of their daily visit the service without a good book to entertain themselves at least half an hour .