Archive for April, 2009
This is such a feel good video.
Don’t read this post if you’re about to eat a meal or are squeamish about bowel movements. You’ve been warned.
While travelling a few weeks ago, I had a moment of great clarity and dread. I went into a restroom to drop a couple of kids off at the pool. When I finished my business I reached for the toilet paper, only to find the roll empty. I quickly scanned around and found a second roll, but not before I noticed that the toilet I was using was equipped with a bidet.
I’ve never used a bidet before.
Nor do I know how to use one. How do you use one? Do you just splash water on yourself, hoping that the force of the water loosens everything and it all falls neatly into the bowl? Or do you use your free hand to help things along? How do you know when it’s all clean? What about after your done? Do you just “air-dry”? Or do you use tissue paper as well? Which makes me ask, why not use tissue paper to begin with?
Then it occurs to me that I don’t know how to use a squatting toilet either. These kinds of toilets are even more common in Asia. Sometimes, they are just a hole in the floor. Sometimes it has water and flushing mechanism as well. How do you use one of these? Do you pull your trousers to your ankles? What if you have a particularly powerful session? (This is going to be gross) Won’t there be splatter? And what about cleanup? If it’s just a hole in the floor, will there be tissue paper? Or do you need to bring your own? There are just too many questions.
An interesting thing I’ve noticed traveling around Asia is the fact that you need to pay to use restrooms in some countries. The cost is a trifle. .05c to .30c.
The thing that bothers me though is that usually they state that the money is used to maintain these facilities. And invariably, those facilities are the ones that are the dirtiest, filthiest and in the most disrepair.
I don’t mind paying. Heck I’d pay more if the facilities were better maintained. But then again, that’s just me.
This is the start of a series of posts I’m going to do that revolve around public restrooms and Asia.
Hand sanitizer is not, I repeat, is not a substitute for soap.
I’ve been in a number of restrooms where there is no soap in the dispensers and instead, there is a bottle of hand sanitizer on the counter. Though hand sanitizer can be used to sanitize your hands and kill germs, I refuse to believe that it can effectively clean your hands.
Does hand sanitizer remove engine grease after you’ve worked on a car? No.
Does hand sanitizer remove gasoline from your hands when you accidentally spill some filling up your car?
Would you use hand sanitizer after eating a crab dinner with your fingers?
I certainly hope not.
Let’s come back to our senses people. Bring back the soap.
I’m coming home!!!
Halloweenster ’09 this year will be held at the same place. And I believe, for the first time ever, actually on Halloween. Be on the lookout for an email or facebook update in the coming months.
Here’s one of the things I’ve come to love about Singapore. Slow cooked, soft boiled eggs.
Now, everyone has had soft boiled eggs before. Heck, I used to eat them all the time when I was younger. But, not like this. Trust me.
There are two distict differences to how these eggs are prepared and how I used to eat them back home.
1. They are served outside of the shell. You crack the eggs open and pour the contents into a bowl.
2. They are slow cooked. The slower the better. What this does is make the eggs a luxuriously silky texture.
The most important part is the slow cooking. When you put eggs into boiling water, it naturally doesn’t cook evenly. Parts of it are cooked throughly, parts of it are still raw. And because of that, it will still be uneven in temperature as well. It might not be that perceptible. But, once you’ve had them done right, you can’t go back.
All the corner coffee shops or kopitiams as they are called here, serve them. Typically, you have them for breakfast, with a side of kaya toast and a cup of kopi (coffee).
Looks like I lucked out. I’ve had friends leave wallets and phones behind in taxis and have them returned. No such luck for me.