I have questions for those who have been to japan..

Well, it's actually a crap-shoot (pun intended). Try this one on for size:

I'm leaving my house to go to work. It's a 7-minute walk to the station. Halfway there, I feel a massive dump coming on. I thought I could make it, so kept going. Boy, was I wrong. So now I'm stiff-legged running down the street at 7:30AM. I have a choice. Train Station which will DEFINITELY be open, but may not have toilet paper, and will no doubt be a filthy toilet experience, or Dotour (coffee shop chain), which is down the street, which may not be open yet, but will be a better overall setting. Dotour is like another 30 meters down the road, so I play it safe: The station. I buy my ticket in record time, run down to the platform, and go to the can... only to find it FULL! Oh, MAN! My stomach was about to explode. So I did whatever anyone in my situation would do... I went to the womens. I ran in there, and someone (woman? man?) had dropped a hand grenade on the floor. Ugggh.... What the fuck?!?!! So I run back in to the mens, and the guy comes out. It's a Japanese style one, but I don't care at this point. They had toilet paper, and it was a successful mission (although I did miss my train). My wife later told me I should've gone for the Dotour, as the station likely wouldn't have paper.

The next day, I decide to take a cab to work. Halfway there... I got the exact same feeling again. :angry

 

mate
think there's bit of plumbing problem down there...

isn't it ironic when everything's packed and ready to leave when the signal comes on... he he

cheers

 

im so glad someone let me in on that,... because that would probably be the absolute last thing on my mind, and there is nothing worse than being stuck on a public toilet with no wipe,... oh wait there is,... being some crazy forigner shit assed, and stranded on the can.. I wouldnt know the japanese words for someone to help me out either... I would just be some nut shouting what sounds like jibberish to everyone.. Probably get arrested...

 

It could've been something w/ my diet. Those were the only two instances of it happening. The Taxi incident left me with a much stronger feeling of entrapment though. It's one of the many cases where being able to tell the cab to hurry his ass up is beneficial.

I've got another toilet story (Thailand). Puts this one to shame, and makes you feel like you could eat from a Japanese public toilet.

 

If it's anything like my Thailand toilet adventures then I think iT's best keeping it to yourself :smt045 What a dirty shit hole and I literly mean dirty shit hole !

Yakumo

 

Well it is *Thailand* :smt042

 

the fact sometimes far scarier than the fiction... :smt067

 

Do you mean like this ?


I never use that thing but I'm sure my wife does. Normal sink for me.

Yakumo

 

:smt043 YOu literally made me laugh out loud. Boy I do feel sorry for you. If that ever happened to me I'd set my face on fire, that really gets the smell off. OMG, don't they use T-Paper?

 

Okay, here's my Thailand story:

We're on Ko Pan Yang (sp?) at the full moon party. This is about.... 5 years ago I'd say. We ate some mushroom omlettes and were having a good time, when I realized I hadn't taken a dump in like 3 days. So, I feel it coming on. We're a good 15 minute walk away from the bunagloo we're staying in, and it's a walk thru the woods (too many critters).

I first go to the nicest bar on the beach. Walk around back only to find a bird-bath looking instrument with no seat. You would have to straddle it (and a big straddle at that) and do a very good balancing job not to get yourself in a mess.

I quickly decided against that, and opted for the outhouse that about 20 people were waiting in 4 seperate lines for. One small building, 4 cans. The one I go into has a faulty door, so the person waiting on the outside has to hold it for you. I walk in, and you can "hear" the other three people. Not to mention is smells awful. "Fuck this" I said, and walked out.

I then go to the restaurant we ate the omelettes at. Their can is a basically a whole cut in the concrete, with a toilet seat on it (as if that makes it feel normal). The fact that I ate in this restaurant doesn't make me feel any better. I leave there, regroup with my friends, and said, "I just can't find a suitable toilet." One friend who had been before laughed his balls off and said, "You won't! They're really that bad!!" So my ex-girlfriend was nice enough to make the hike back with me to the bungaloo, where I realized whey I didn't want to go there in the first place. The toilet looked like it was made for toddlers. Me knees hit my ears as I did my deed. And you know what... it wasn't that bad after the other options.

We enjoyed the party, watched the sun come up. Went back to Koh Samui where I got aemobic dyssentry the next day, and spent 40 hours sweating through 5 sets of sheets. Almost got quarantined on the way back into Japan.

 

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mate
on our honeymoon at Nice I got into trouble with rash all over my legs - I always have this when I travel probably due to water. for next couple of days till we hit Paris I walked like a dude just had snip job down below... :smt022 every time I walked it felt like putting sand paper on the row flesh...

thankfully I got better by the time we got to Paris - though we had another eventful adventure - switching hotels within an hour of arriving at Parris.

Come to think of I also switched hotel when we got to Nice as our travel agent booked us a nice hotel- NOT! - for honeymoon couple where two single beds were fixed to the floor 3 meters apart! :-( Luckily the first Hotel I looked up from yellow pages happened to be the one next door and a real classic one - like 50s Hollywood style - and we got the honeymoon suite with two bathrooms, separate lounge room, and top it off gold plated master ensuite! :-D Paris wasn't bad either except I got frozen to death every time got outside. living in Sydney the coldest I ever got to feel is around 7-10 degree Celsius...

 

you know, when all else fails, shitting in the woods isnt that bad...

pull down your pants, stand a foot and a half from a tree and lean backwards onto it, so your leaning against a tree, but clearing your legs.. and just do your thing.... It'll feel really unnatural the first time you have to do it, but you get used to it, and then it becomes quite normal.. I mean I would much rather do that than go in a filthy bathroom.. especialy when its a hole in the floor... its actually kinda nice in a wierd way... there is somehting to be said about being outside with the fresh air and everything while doing it.. plus its totaly santitary... Just have some wipe with you... leaves suck... Plus I wouldnt trust the ones in thailand... With my luck I would wipe with the "asian leaf of death" or something..

 

I agree, but it was pitch black, no flash light, and a lot of little animals making noise. W/ my luck, I"d have been bit in ass by a centipede. I'm from Texas though -- I've dumped in the woods quite a few times.

 

That would make a great quote.

 

The one about being from Texas? Yeah... maybe Bush should adopt it for a bumper sticker or something. :smt043

 

O damn I had a real close call to dumpin in the woods in Cuba when I got there summer flu. Somethin about a security dude with a automatic rifle only a few hundred yards away from the only possible wooded area, really clamps the ass cheeks together long enough to make it back to the hotel room. ...talk about the speed walk that was.