“The Toilet is in Backwards”
I don't know what time they all left, but they
did, and we were left to explore the flat briefly before turning
in for the night. Of particular interest, and I say that as a man
who doesn't normally pay a lot of interest to these things, was
It was, how can I say this ... backwards. In a
normal English toilet, the water is positioned at the rear end of
the seated area, so that, anything that drops, as it were, drops
directly into the water. Not in this case. The water was at the
front, and anything that dropped in there, from a seated person,
would drop onto a shelf, where it would remain until it was flushed
I can see obvious benefits to this system… if you
happen to be the kind of person who likes to search through what
they've done afterwards. For the rest of us, it was just a little
bizarre. I’ve heard that the soviet regime was intrusive, but surely
there are some things in life that should be left unexamined.
Jonathan told me that they had a similar arrangement
in Germany when he was a child, and this had been a certain source
of amusement for all the children there. You do your business, 'et
voila!' For that entire week, I couldn't use that toilet without
laughing. 'Et voila'.
But enough toilet humour.
Due to our fun and games at the border, we'd missed a day here,
but tomorrow we could get on with what we'd come here for.
As a magnanimous gesture Jonathan gave me the choice
of beds, and feeling equally magnanimous I let him have the one
with the Barney the Dinosaur duvet cover.