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.(Musings of a teenager on a trip around the world)
The day we arrived in France (early February, and our first stop), my dad said “Welcome to the land of pay potties.” I laughed, not taking seriously how honest he was being. Now that we have been on our trip for a while, I truly understand the value of public bathrooms, something I took for granted in the states.
Another locked public toilet
In any city you can find droppings. Usually it is left by pigeons, stray cats, rats, or dogs. But when in Europe look out for POOP (Poo Of Odd Proportion). And when in and around out of order bathrooms, watch your step (we have had experiences to close for comfort) for you never know when out of order bathrooms really, really are people’s last hope.
Found this situation to be true again as we left Brela(beach community here in Croatia) in search of public restrooms. Stopped at a corner in the road in the woods above town only to be greeted by TP covered bushes.:)
Sometimes it’s worse when they are open………
Some can be fairly revolting, true.
The worst was surprisingly in Geneva. Easter weekend there was a carnival with quite a lot of people. The portable pay potties were all out of order, probably not serviced over the holiday. We headed into a parking garage, having successfully found restrooms in these before, but the one at the closest entrance was locked. Checking down a flight of stairs, we found where the situation had become beyond desperate for someone with diarrhea in the stairwell… yikes!