It’s travel Thursday! Here’s some show and tell from my international travels
This is one of the better public washrooms I’ve ever come across, at a restaurant in Chiang Mai, Thailand. I’d like my washroom at home to be this fancy.
This was in the Palestinian West Bank near Bethlehem. My friend and I were staying in Jerusalem, and we’d crossed through the checkpoint into the West Bank. Going through the checkpoint was quick and easy as Westerners, which was an entirely different experience from Palestinians trying to cross. On the Palestinian side, we found a taxi driver who quoted us a price to take us where we wanted to go, which we accepted.
Partway through our tourist-ing, he asked it would be okay if we went by his home because he needed to do something. We thought that was weird, but whatever, we weren’t in any hurry. This was his family. Anyway, at the end of the day, he dropped us off at the checkpoint and told us we owed him way more than he’s initially quoted, because he’d spent so much time with us. Ah, it all becomes clear. We figured that we were close enough to a bunch of armed to the teeth Israelis that there was nothing buddy could do to us, so we paid him the original amount and booted it.
This is me covered in mud from the Dead Sea, which apparently is good for your skin. The salt concentration is so high in the sea that you bob to the surface like a cork, which is pretty cool.
This is the circus in Tashkent, Uzbekistan. The thing that’s rather blurry because it’s moving is a goat that’s just about to jump over a little gate. Cirque de Soleil this was most certainly not, but it was fun in its own Soviet era ghetto style.
I began my trip to India in this hotel in New Delhi. I spent very little time sleeping in the bed because I was mostly in the bathroom faced with that oh so difficult decision as to which end needed to take higher priority.
Please ignore the fact that this photo is crap because of my shaky hands. This was the man in charge of the Desert Cultural Centre in Jaisalmer, which is in the state of Rajasthan in India. There’s something about being a solo female traveller that makes people want to talk to you. Uncle took an interest in me and gave me quite an extensive history/culture lesson. He had even written a book with sex tips for newly married couples. He was quite an interesting character.
Everything is big in Las Vegas, and this is a big-ass chocolate fountain at the Bellagio Hotel. I want this installed in my home. I went to Vegas once as a quick getaway from home. It was interesting to see once, but I’m not interested in gambling, and once was enough. It was pretty cool to see a Cirque de Soleil show, though; a whole different can of tuna from the Tashkent circus.
Would you like to have a chocolate fountain at home? How about a fancy bathroom? And speaking of bathrooms, why do Americans say restroom? How is resting ever the priority activity going on in there? And why is WC used so widely? It’s not like anyone actually talking about water closets, especially in countries where they don’t speak English. Toilet seems to be a pretty universally understood word, although you have to pronounce it closer to “let” than the American “luht” to make sure you’re understood.