"When the food strikes
When the poo flows
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favourite things
and then I don't feel soooo bad"
These are pictures of my favourite things. You'll recognise one of these pics...the mighty Lonely Planet. This already well thumbed copy was a stroke of genius from my work colleagues who gave it to me as a leaving gift.This is especially valuable as you can't purchase this particular lonely planet anywhere in China. It's banned; something about a section on Chairman Mao's sexual experimentation phase during the cultural revolution. Anyway, suffice to say I'd be in a bit of bother if I lost it - in fact one of my most horrifying experiences so far (asking for trouble now aren't I...) was the moment I realised I'd left it on the train; fortunately I raced back on in time to retrieve it from the cleaning lady.
The other is my "green bag". Said bag goes with me everywhere - even the places my guide book doesn't go. Out to dinner, out on the booze. Everywhere. Why? Most toilets, public or otherwise, aren't generous enough to supply 3 ply Sorbent toilet paper...or even that 1 ply waxy stuff you had in the school toilets. The other mysterious packet you see before you is a packet of some kind of amazing anti- diarrhoea pills which I purchased at a chemist for about 70 cents, based on some pharmaceutical advice dispensed by a friendly backpacker from Birmingham (with qualifications in pension management I believe). You know what they say - "any port in a storm"...well that's what I said at that point anyway. They work brilliantly though so there they stay, in the green bag.
Sick of poo yet? Well start your own anti-poo blog then.
1 comment:
Don't know whether you're reverting or ageing with all this poo talk. Looks like you'll have lots of 'when i was a young whippersnapper' stories for the nursing home BM discussions :) Glad to see we haven't lost you to dehydration yet though.
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