Sight is going to be the largest category and I am going to have to break it into many posts. This will be the first and it is sort of a matter on telling on myself before anyone else can.
On one of our many lunch box stops on this trip, there was a washroom for our use. Yes, this is also another plumber’s daughter story. It was an unassuming little building with a couple of doors and with a nice young man standing outside with a bucket of water and a bar of soap.
I walked through one of the doors and was confronted with a Turkish toilet; a porcelain floor plate with the footprints and hole in the middle. Hey, I’m a sophisticated traveler so I am undaunted. When the door blew open, I just stretched out my hand and with the tips of my fingers I was able to keep it almost shut. Still, no problem. Then I notice on the wall a little white metal box with what I thought said “TP here.” Still, no problem. Many of the Central Asia countries I traveled in had plumbing systems that couldn’t handle paper products. I dutifully put my used tissue into the box.
As I was leaving, another member of our party was entering. I told her I would hold the door closed. She had never seen such a toilet facility. “Which way do I face?’ she asked. I told her it didn’t matter but that she should be sure to put the TP in the box in the wall. A startled voice emerged from behind the door, “you mean the tip box!?”
Sure enough, what appeared to my deficient eyes as “TP” was really “TiP.” My god, I made certain Michael put a nice big tip in the other tip box.