Today i went to the loo in an Indonesian mall. It was no small decision as i am generally a fan of clean facilities, but i decided to brave it. My pale complexion created a stir on my arrival, and the other women gave me the toe-to-head scan of disapproval. "Bule" - white people are very uncommon in Sulawesi and the source of much interest. I was more absorbed in figuring out the queuing system. It took a few minutes before i realised that you collected your paper before entering the cubicles and then lounged against the wall of your chosen toilet until it was unoccupied. Figuring this out, i managed to get into a stall without further difficulty. The issue came when i went to flush. I reached down and turned the handle. Things went south rapidly. I had not pulled the flush, but rather had forcefully turned on the inbuilt bidet. Water cannoned out of the toilet, hit my thighs, handbag, and ricocheted off me and out the door, most likely onto the feet of the waiting women. I emerged, dripping, to more stares than i had endured going in, the youger ones smothering giggles. The poor attendant sighed morosely and went to clean up the water that had spewed everywhere. I retreated hastily and didnt look back, my shoes sqeaking quietly with each step.
I also ate a bit of banana the other night. See photos as evidence.
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