RHYS: As I mentioned earlier this week, I’m currently on vacation in Europe. After several days in Poland, then Rome, then a cruise, I’m vegging out in the Perigord region of France, amid spectacular castles and prehistoric caves. Everything about the area is amazing, including the food (and the vin de noix—a wine made with green walnuts to which I’m becoming addicted).
However the one thing that always puzzles me about Europe is this:
WHY DON’T THEY GET THE HANG OF BATHROOMS IN EUROPE?
We can stay in the most modern hotel and the bathroom doesn’t quite work. I have to confess that the bathroom here in Sarlat is the closest I’ve come to being efficent in a long while. It does have a shower screen on half of a very high bath into which one needs a stepladder to climb. BUT the shower is one of those free moving ones, attached above my head, and when I turn on the tap, even though it’s supposed to be running from the bath below, the water hits me straight in the face. And of course it’s cold to start with. And the screen only covers half the bath. Wash my hair and there is water everywhere.
But this is minor compared to the bath with no shower curtain in Rome and a shower one aims at various parts of the body, completely soaking the bathroom, OR a friend’s modern flat in Italy with a shower in the center of the room in a shallow basin that overflows instantly. OR the toilet last year in our hotel in Instanbul. No paper but instead a tap that one turned, producing a jet of cold water that, if not aimed correctly, shot past us and across the room!
Of course these are civilized compared to the toilets with two places to put the feet…. I remember one in rural France once that started to overflow on me as soon as I flushed, and I couldn’t get the door unlocked. I had visions of drowning—not the way I wanted to go.
But the most unique bathroom so far was the cellar of a very old farmhouse we rented once in rural France. It was through the wine cellar (with dirt floor) ,down a flight of steps in a dungeon with fungus and ferns growing from the ceiling and again the shower was in a pit in the middle of the floor. Needless to say, I didn’t shower as much as usual.
And then there are those scary geysers that creak and hiss and threaten to explode, the public loos supervised by an old woman or man who accompanies you and won’t go away until you tip them….
At least they all make me appreciate Motel 6! So Reds, any foreign bathroom horror stories to share?