I want to take another break from the triathlon training talk and ask everyone, “Where is your special place?” This may sound all warm and fuzzy, but let me be more specific. Where is the coolest most memorable place you have taken a dump?
I promise to have more random thoughts than that of a toilet related matter, but I seem to get inspired a lot in my “special” places!
My most memorable place would have to be the Statue of Liberty. They actually have very nice facilities there (or they did when I was there 10 years ago) and I nearly missed the ferry back!
You may want to give it a few minutes before going in there...
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HAAAA hahahaha I have no idea. Would have to think …
That is too funny…I took a dump in the ocean once when I was in high school….kevin, I think I was swimming with you…just kidding!!
Oh man, I hope you are kidding that I was there! I hope you were far from shore too. I would hate to be the guy walking down the beach and see that wash up!
That would be bad, almost makes you not want to swim in the ocean. Forget Jaws…. watch out for swimming turds instead!
Well I didn’t know when I did it that I would have to remember it and share about so I’m not sure. But I know I did it at least once on each of these vacations: Cancun, Key West, Puerto Vallarta, Jamaica, Cabo San Lucas, Bermuda, Tennessee, South Carolina, North Carolina, Georgia, Texas, New York, New Jersey, Las Vegas, Virginia….
From now on, I promise to think carefully about when and where I go in case someone ask me later
p.s. Andrew you failed to mention a spot?
As soon as Melissa comes up with a spot then I will as well. In all honesty only Kevin has been the only person to seriously contemplate this question enough to answer it.
Crystal… just for you, I have narrowed it down to three possible locations.
Andrew, I have been thinking but I just can’t think of one! Possibly due to that “public restroom phobia” that I seem to have …
I guess I am the only one who squats where and when I need to. And if it is in a cool place, I remember!
Hey im right there with you Melissa! I’m not really keen on exposing certain areas of my body to places that others have exposed those similar areas to.
With that being said, and to get Kev-o off my back… I will have to state that my most memorable location would have to be in Guyana, South America. In the middle of the rain forest there was a small community of indians living there. The restroom was somewhat a shack with a box built above a hole in the ground… with that being said, I wasn’t too thrilled of the fact that I couldnt see what was in the hole looking back up at me, so needless to say, I didnt stay very long. But I did enjoy my time there with the friendly bugs running around my feet and on the walls, and I was very greatful that I didnt have an unwelcomed visitors in my experience there.
Is that better Kevin?
Yes, much better! It reminds me of the times I took dumps in a cardboard box shack in Honduras. I assume it was much the same experience. The one time I visited the facilities and there was a spider larger than my hand resting on the back wall behind the “toilet” I decided to hold it.
This was of the #1 variety, not #2, so perhaps it doesn’t count: But in Rome I had a few scary memorable bathroom experiences. One was at a park in which there were no lights or windows in the entire concrete bathroom. Pitch black. I ended up leaving the door to the outside open, and leaving my stall door open with my hand on the door handle in case someone came in/walked by. Like you, Andrew, I was more scared of what I couldn’t see …
Then there was the (nice) restaurant in which I sought out the bathroom and realized it was one bathroom, 2 stalls – one for men and one for women. I quickly did my thing, not being comfortable with an idea of a man in the stall next to me, but I wasn’t fast enough: A man came in before I could finish and let’s just say he wasn’t too concerned about offending the lady in the stall next to him …
In that country, I saved the #2 business for the privacy and cleanliness of the hotel room …
Ok, did y’all seriously go in boxes in South America? Or were those made up. I’m skeptical. Although I had forgotten about this one time, that my mom reminded me of as she cried with laughter when I told her about this particular blog. Once while camping in Saluda with friemds, we brought out our brand new porto-camping-potty. all it is is legs you fold out, remove the inner plastic ring of the seat, lay the bag down on what’s left of the seat, replace the ring to hold the bag in place and then sit. Very handy, and cleaner than bath houses or porta potties at the campground. We did not however, have the tent that went along with it. So being that I was the first one that had to go, I walked far far into the woods, found an opening big enough to spread the potty open, set up my bag, sat down and after I had already started going, it began to rain. So I went in the woods in the rain, then had to carry my bag back as all of the others were laughing hysterically with tears. They’ve all since had a turn, but they had the potty tent the next time….
Melissa, I would say that #1 experiences count if you are female and you have to sit to pee. Unfortunately, you didn’t have the amount of time that a #2 takes to really soak in the atmosphere of your “special place”. So officially it will count, but next time if you really want it to be special, take your time, enjoy your surroundings and who knows, maybe a #2 will work its way out!
Crystal, that is too funny. I too have found myself doing my business in the woods (I didn’t have a handy potty seat though, I was just holding onto a tree or something) and it begins to rain. The most important thing in such a situation is to protect the paper (or leaves) you are going to use afterwards from getting wet. There is nothing worse than trying to clean yourself with soaking paper! It just kind of smears…
Rome, eh, very cool. Did you enjoy your visit there?
I have to be 100% honest, Im not sure whether we should be proud that we have exposed our most intimate moments to each other like this or ashamed. Either way Kevin is to blame for it.
I *loved* my visit there. I hope to live there for a bit of time someday …
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I just thought of a time last summer in New York City. Bar was underground and full of extremely hot men, none of which were interested in me or my friend Susan, but all of whom were eyeing each other … we went to the bathroom, which was unisex and lit by a blacklight. And all over the toilet was something red. Resembled paint. Didn’t bother to find out – got the hell outta the bathroom and outta the bar. To this day that image haunts me. *shudders*
I’m starting to think I should write a blog about the worst bathrooms ever …
You can blame me all you want! I think it is interesting.
Melissa, that sounds disgusting. I think that blog post would be interesting. The idea seems to have sparked some memories (good and bad) here!
Im not saying its not interesting, Just not sure what think about it yet. haha
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My back yard. I locked myself out of the house by accident. The turtle head started pokin’ so I went about 10 feet past my patio. Thank god for those paper towels that we left outside the night before!
Nice, Crystal! Thanks for bringing up the special places again. It has been too long since we spoke of them…