..on that subject..

The last two posts mentioned urination, so let's continue in that vein....ugh, pun recognized but not intended.

There was a small festival in the small town of LLN.  A couple of friends had an apartment close to the center.  Let me tell you, it took 20 minutes to walk from one of town to the other.  Yet that was too far.  Goldfish syndrome.  Too far to walk to pee.  So we used their apartment.  And we found a piece of paper and wrote "Urination Station" on it and taped it to the door.

While travelling through Ukraine by bus, we would stop at bus stations that seem to have been out of use for years.  But they were still used as the meeting place, and still they stopped for 10 minutes to allow restroom breaks.  The "restroom" at one of these stops was a small concrete box, about 10x15 ft.  Inside on one end was a concrete divider about 4 ft deep, for "stalls", no doors of course.  There was a massive pit shared by these "stalls".  The pit was just shy of the walls, so it must have been about 6 feet wide.  This was the toilet.  Naturally, this strikes fear in the hearts of anyone, as one wrong move and you are inside the pit, bathing in raw sewage.  As such, many had taken the opportunity to simply defecate in the room itself.  Several piles of feces, like so many decorative lamps scattered through the room.