Traveling in Europe & Great Britian as a young woman was rather an eye opening experience in the bathroom department....
First there was the differences in TP itself, in some countries it was just like WAX PAPER -- now I ask you, what's up with that? And in other countries it was more like crepe paper.
Either way, I was glad when my family mailed me a roll of American TP.
Second, there was the unusual style of public facilities. The ones in Florence were the WORST. You paid to get in, and you had to pay because the female attendant guarded the door. So you pay your confusing amount of money to get in the door only to find out it is ONE LARGE ROOM WITH NO DIVIDERS! And, by the way, NO TOILETS, EITHER!
Nope. Not a toilet in sight...just holes in the floor in tidy rows, and each hole had two foot-shaped indentations on either side where you were supposed to put your feet so you could squat with all the other squatting women under the watchful eye of the attendant....
Of course, the men had an even more unusual option....the urinals were built in -- right into the sides of buildings -- and again, no walls or screens. You'd just be walking down any old sidewalk and see guys facing the wall.
I didn't say much, considering that some of those urinals (and even the cow troughs in Switzerland) were older than our entire country, but I walked around a bit dazed. Maybe from holding it all over Europe. I decided to wait "til I got home" the following year....
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