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Showing posts with label India travel bathrooms. Show all posts
Showing posts with label India travel bathrooms. Show all posts
Monday, November 28, 2016
Friday, November 25, 2016
Agra to Delhi - Bathrooming
Every time we travel, our friends are interested in the bathroom situation. For the most part, we have experienced western style toilets with only a few "squats." Our hotels have been five star extravaganzas. Nothing really to report.
In Agra, we stayed at the Courtyard by Marriot Hotel. It has been the most "American" of our venues with a few quirks. One of the quirks is the view from the picture window right outside our room.
This photo is shot through the dusty window, but it gives the sense of a charming village scene. Actually, there is a construction site to the left of the tents, and this is where the workers are living. At night, it's somewhat charming with bonfires, but keep in mind exotic weddings are happening all around it. Follow the path near the bottom center of the photo. It leads towards the hotel. Right beneath our window people are doing their bathrooming. I felt it was too intrusive to take a photo, so you will just have to imagine it.
The next bathroom story has no photo so you will once again have to use your imagination. We stopped our van at a road side rest stop half way between Agra and Delhi. I went into the restroom with my two fellow female travelers and boy were we shocked and awed. There must have been 60 women in a restroom with 8 stalls. No one was line, everyone was pushing and shoving to get to a stall. The women were mostly short and sari clad, from Sri Lanka. There were a few muscular Buddhist nuns thrown in. We quickly realized we weren't going to get to use the toilets unless we also started pushing and shoving. You cannot imagine the chaos. In order to get to use a toilet I practically had to go into the stall with the woman who was using it before me. Women were also pushing and shoving on the way out. The odd thing was, I could feel myself being pushed, but when I turned around to confront the pusher she was so short I couldn't find her.
When we finally emerged, the three men couldn't believe how long it had taken us to do our business, and that we were so disheveled.
I wish I had taken a photo, but I was afraid that if I got jostled and dropped the camera I would be trampled while retrieving it. There was no such thing as personal space in there.
Here's hoping that was a once in a life time experience.
In Agra, we stayed at the Courtyard by Marriot Hotel. It has been the most "American" of our venues with a few quirks. One of the quirks is the view from the picture window right outside our room.
This photo is shot through the dusty window, but it gives the sense of a charming village scene. Actually, there is a construction site to the left of the tents, and this is where the workers are living. At night, it's somewhat charming with bonfires, but keep in mind exotic weddings are happening all around it. Follow the path near the bottom center of the photo. It leads towards the hotel. Right beneath our window people are doing their bathrooming. I felt it was too intrusive to take a photo, so you will just have to imagine it.
The next bathroom story has no photo so you will once again have to use your imagination. We stopped our van at a road side rest stop half way between Agra and Delhi. I went into the restroom with my two fellow female travelers and boy were we shocked and awed. There must have been 60 women in a restroom with 8 stalls. No one was line, everyone was pushing and shoving to get to a stall. The women were mostly short and sari clad, from Sri Lanka. There were a few muscular Buddhist nuns thrown in. We quickly realized we weren't going to get to use the toilets unless we also started pushing and shoving. You cannot imagine the chaos. In order to get to use a toilet I practically had to go into the stall with the woman who was using it before me. Women were also pushing and shoving on the way out. The odd thing was, I could feel myself being pushed, but when I turned around to confront the pusher she was so short I couldn't find her.
When we finally emerged, the three men couldn't believe how long it had taken us to do our business, and that we were so disheveled.
I wish I had taken a photo, but I was afraid that if I got jostled and dropped the camera I would be trampled while retrieving it. There was no such thing as personal space in there.
Here's hoping that was a once in a life time experience.
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