Foreign Restroom Adventures

Trip Start May 28, 2010
Trip End Aug 02, 2010

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Saturday, May 29, 2010

So, bathrooms are fun. My second 8.5 hour flight landed in New Delhi, India a little after 1 in the morning, their time. I had a 4.5 hour layover, no boarding pass, and very little clue what was going on. The airport was intimidating...we walked off the airplane and into a hallway with very few signs. Eventually we came to a fork in the road...and a booth with a handful of Indian men all talking over each other in both thickly accented English and Hindi. A few of us realized we were all on the same flight to Kathmandu leaving later that morning, so we huddled together and finally ended up in a waiting area. We waited for several hours...with no boarding passes. It got a little iffy. But we discovered that the system worked a lot differently from the way we were used to....there were no desks for individual airlines that you went up to to get your tickets. Instead, these Indian men wandering around shouted out the name of the airline they represented, and by doing this, found you and then gave you your tickets. After a lot of waiting, we finally had tickets.

We entered the gate area, where we had a celebratory beer at the bar. (Never mind that it was 6 in the morning. We felt like it was quite quite late at night.)

But I am ahead of myself. Bathroom story. So...I decided to wash up a little...I'd been flying for a while and felt pretty gross. I wandered into the ladies restroom and entered a stall. There was no toilet. It was a porcelain hole in the floor. (Later I discovered that there were two kinds of toilets...this kind and the normal kind. But I went with it here, because I thought that was all they had...). So. I used the porcelain hole in the floor, thanking my mother for making me take extra wet wipes. Hooray, life experiences.

So I walk out of the bathroom stall, and head to the sink. Two extraordinarily intimidating female security guards are talking at the sinks, and a tiny, dejected looking lady is mopping the floors. I pull out my facewash and some shampoo and get to work...I love having short hair. But I peeked up at the other ladies in the bathroom...and the one with the mop was giving me the most powerful stink eye I think I've ever experienced. I hurried to finish and got outta there fast.

I don't know if I was trespassing on some social taboo I hadn't read about, or if she was just upset that I was in her mopping path. But it was frightening. Tiny Indian women can be scary, for your information.

So that was that. We flew to Kathmandu and I spent the day in the city. We went to Thamel to go shopping and eat lunch. Then we headed home, where I crashed for a solid hour in a nap of awesome. Then we went to the Monkey Temple...a big hill on the side of town with a lot of Buddha statues and prayer flags and a lovely view of the city. Oh, and monkeys. Monkeys of all sizes. Baby monkeys are adorable.

Then we headed home. Now I am here. The guest house is amazing...three floors, and the roof is a porch. We do our laundry up there.

I will post something more substantial about the city itself later. =) So many things to see!

Enjoy the pictures.
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dad on

hope you are caught up on your sleep keep sending those pictures. it's nice to see the city through your photos

Kiley Rose on

Hey Laurel! I somehow got connected to your blog! I'll keep checking on your travels. Question, aren't you traveling by yourself? You keep saying, "We"? Am I forgetting something?

laurelanne89 on

Hey Kiley! =) I'm staying at a house with a program called the Mountain Fund. There are 16 other volunteers here...4 others are in my program, which is working at a small hospital. The others are doing lots of different things...some work at the women's shelter, others with Tibetan refugees, some at orphanages, etc. So the "we" is me and some of the girls I'm living with.

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