Who has experienced these?

I was in Sharm Airport going home for a week and from behind one of the bog doors was an English voice...
Can any one help me....?
What is the problem?
I have messed my self with the ***** and there is no paper in here...
Hold on I will be back, so I talk my way back past through the x ray machines and found the mangers office flanked by two police men with their hands on their pistols!!
I spoke to him in Arabic ( good start) then English explaining there was no paper in the toilets, he shrugged his shoulders! so I asked him is this Sharm el Sheik International Airport with no toilet paper in a raised voice.

He got on the radio and I was escorted out to see a cleaning trolley going past, I grabbed a roll of paper went back to find the bloke still waiting and chucked it over the door.
And left before he came out lol
Not strictly related but reminds me of the Spike Milligan story about coming home from war in the desert. He was wearing a (demob?) suit and heavy cardigan after the heat of the desert and when on the train up from the coast he was struck by the “Egyptian twostep” and couldn’t quite make it to the train loo on time. Soooo - he was in the loo with a very unwearable pair of UPs and suit trousers which were so bad he, on impulse, threw them out the train window. Then he realised he had nothing to wear from the waist down but in a stroke of genius took off his thick cardigan and slipped both feet into the arms, pulled it up and wore the cardy as trousers so was able to resume his seat. A great result until as he was walking along the platform upon arrival in London he realised that the old wedding tackle was swinging freely out through the cardy neck! Priceless!
🦊🦊
 
It reminds me of my bathroom in the barracks in 1985, There too there was a long brown stain but not on the wall but on the ceiling, never understood how it was possible
 
@bowji john
Ok, Diving in Egypt is mostly in the marine parks, but the toilets are all the same with a bin for the paper and on most boats a bucket to flush. The bin bags are bagged up and burnt on waste land.
Despite a boat briefing on does & don't the habit of a life time will bung up the bog also the paper will litter the sea bed.
So to deter this in the briefing I would call out to the galley for the cook and introduce him...Moh or ashlaf etc..
explaining he is doing the food.......also he was responsible for cleaning out the bog should it have toilet paper put down it...


Worked a treat lol
 
Sometimes an image can instantly transport the viewer to a different place and a different time

Where does it take you?

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Agadir, Morocco 1984. First real job post-college. Had to help out a fellow tour guide who had imbibed excessively in a restaurant which, although popular with tourists, had one of these squatters.

While attempting a No. 2, which turned out to be more high-velocity liquid than sub-sonic solid, he slipped and fell backwards into the rather contaminated bowl. The back of his company shirt and blazer did not survive contact.

Due to the close proximity, his sense of smell was overwhelmed, causing an element of projectile vomiting, which, while on one's back, means there are few places for said projectile to land. The front of his company shirt and blazer did not survive contact.

He swore he didn't believe it possible, and it may have been the several flagons of "vintage" Moroccan red wine (from a plastic container) talking, but he insists he continued issuing forth from the only orifice not yet mentioned at the same time as the other two. His company trousers did not survive contact.

I was approached by a waiter who requested my presence to resolve an incident; I expected it to be one of my tourists who was querying a bill or something of that nature and required an interpreter.

I was greeted by the sight of - well, I leave it to your collective imagination what the scene resembled.

The solution involved several buckets of water, a long-handled broom and a large bribe negotiated settlement with the restaurant owner to provide a pair of old painting overalls, a pair of flip-flops and a black plastic bin liner. This was followed by a long walk back to the apartment complex as the taxi drivers were surprisingly unwilling to stop within 10m of that bin-liner. May as well as had massive luminous BIO-HAZARD stickers on it.

Most gallingly, my colleague claimed to have lost all memory of the evening from the middle of the meal until waking up the next morning. This was before the days of merging cameras and phones.

Thanks @bowji john for that pleasant stroll down memory lane!
 
That was my home until i had some of your Napalm
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A service station between Damman and Ras al Khair in the Eastern Provinces of Saudi Arabia in 2015. You didn't have to ask where the toilets were ... you could smell them from 100 metres away. The stench was quite literally eye-watering.

Jamsie
 
India , Egypt , Thailand , and Malaysia ,

Lol , but when gotta go , you gotta go ,

Thank feck for boxer shorts , lol lol

Kjf
 
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