Loo diary

The best thing about travelling in the west is the access to spick and span public loos at short notice. You dont have to rush to a restaurant or a mall( if you are in a big city) or hunt around for a bush (in the country) for a bathroom trip. Well, it's also funny how bathrooms in most places I have travelled have left their imprints on me. Once, at the London aquarium, the toilet roll came off its peg at the crucial moment and rolled outside. The more i pulled it the more it unravelled. I could have soaked up the entire water there with the amount of paper I wasted. Another time a hand appeared from the cubicle next to me scaring the wits out of me. And the hand was gesturing frantically- like a 'give me' signal. It took me some agonising seconds before i realised that the hand owner wanted toilet paper urgently!
In the US the loos have half doors (to prevent any hanky-panky activities i guess) but for us Indians who like privacy in the loo it is a bit unnerving. This doesnt apply to the men who relieve themselves in public though. Anyway, your feet are visible to the whole world and i found myself inadvertantly glancing at the feet next door. By the way i have a shoe fetish and footwear fascinates me. One can tell a lot about a person by looking at the shoes. Whether you are fashionable, scruffy, sensible, flighty, impractical, cheap, young, old... besides, it keeps your mind occupied nicely for the few minutes that you are forced to spend in the loo!