But of course I had to keep clicking away:
Can you stand the story, she asked, while forging on? The 9TS was not feeling well and so we plopped down in the middle of a square and in the course of taking in our surroundings, there was a small cafe. Slurp! We wandered over and enjoyed. Finally, I asked the waiter where the bathroom was. We sort of had a language barrier. I don't speak any dialect of Sardinian and he spoke no English. I am so happy the word 'beer' translates so well.
He gave me a key and pointed to a door. The door didn't need a key but let me into a little foyer, with two doors. Both named. Not in English, nor Italian nor French. No universal pictures. Hum. I chose door number one. No key needed. Now as an aside, the 9TS has been suffering with a UTI for almost a month now, which mean we have seen the inside of a lot of bathrooms on this trip. Some more rudimentary than others. This one belonged in that category. I found myself facing a porcelain hole in the floor. A sort of bowl with foot markers on either side. Ut oh. I did the best I could and fled.
Now in retrospect, it could have been that the key fit the lock in the other door. I may have been in the men's room. Who knows. Why did I have to leave my camera with the 9TS???
We hotfooted it back to the ship and assuaged ourselves with chocolate shakes while napping in the shade.
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We found LOTS of squat toilets when we were in Japan.
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