After we left our third family visited in KG, I realized I hadn't seen the toilets in any of the houses so far, and, given the threat of water-born illness, I thought it might be good to check out. My request to our guides, however, who were quasi-government officials from the Women's Union, got translated- from "Tell me about those families' toilets"
- to "I need to go to the bathroom."
We stopped again after a few hundred yards at a modern, "permanent" house, and these nice, besuited women, accommodating their prissy charge's delicate Western sensibilities (no wonder we lost the war!), politely gestured towards the house, from whose resident they had received permission for my use.
I like to think that they were relieved (har!) that I was not, in fact, being picky about my choice of facilities, rather than disappointed that they could not help me.
2 comments:
I quite like your blog, especially the post on crossing the street here. In fact, I liked it enough to link it to mine, I hope you don't mind. And I believe you mentioned you had a roommate that was from PGH, I assume that you were not refering to Midori? I ask because it appears that she has at least spent some significant time there as well.
Patrick - continuing to love the blog, especially the pictures - very cool!
But - you must come home, Rupert Murdoch's about to buy the Wall St. Journal.
Must be stopped.
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