- Train station, Nuremberg, Germany -
I am not one to recommend restrooms, but you have to check this one out! It was so nice that for a second I thought should have made a reservation.
If I did, the fictional conversation would have gone something like this:
“Toilet for 1, please” I’d say.
“Do you have a reservation, sir?” he would ask.
“Yes, it should be under ‘Right Now’.”
“Ah, yes… this way please.”
Instead, my host asked me what would it be for me today. I was really not prepared to discuss this with him, so thinking “none of your damn business” I mumbled something unintelligible. Not ready to let this slide, he asked “Piss? Do you want to piss?”
I turned crimson and mumbled an affirmative.
He ushered me to the side where a slot machine was hungrily awaiting to be fed coins. The price of admittance was 1 EUR. “For 1 EUR, I expect someone to lend me a hand!” I thought. Apparently though 1 EUR gets you only this much, which I guess explains why I was the only one there.
Anyway, if you are ever passing through there, know that walk-ins are welcomed and enjoy your stay; it’s worth every cent! (Though I still think they should lend you a hand.)
y parents didn’t perpetuate the Santa myth. As a matter of fact, they made sure I understood quite early that if I didn’t get something nice, it’s not because I wasn’t loved but simply because we couldn’t afford it. Due to this I never encountered the feeling of betrayal some kids struggle with once they learn the truth that there is no Santa (sorry if you had to learn it this way…) But there is a different realization we face, more profound than that of the fabled fat man in the red suit. Kids get over Santa, but they never truly get over learning that there are no grown-ups.
Landed in Colombo, and as soon as passport control was behind me I was greeted by an impressive number of house appliance stores; microwaves, ovens – you name it. Which is perfect for those times you land in another country and suddenly remember that you really need a new fridge.
