I won a holiday to Turkey in the later 1990s. I went with my best friend who was 20 years older… so I was c late 50s, she was late 70s ( as I am now) … accomodation and local loo were smelly almost everywhere, and towards the end of this holiday we both went down with diahorrea…I had Imodium but it wasn’t fully working. Got to the Airport to come home…sent through to a room to wait, one toilet block near only. Plane delayed for hours, we both needed the loo. My. Friend went first and came back complaining hole in the ground toilet! I went later… awful hole in the ground… after a few trips to and fro… went back in and this time one of the others in the row had its door open, they’d all been occupied previously, went in …normal toilet! We’d both chosen the Only one in the row that was the Turkish hole in the ground version!
No fun with diahorrea'! Thank goodness loads of Imodium eventually worked!
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Although I don’t normally have a problem standing up this was a challenge. As I left the cubicle I spotted the sign on the door which said Children’s toilet. 😂😂
