Made it, finally, to the Netherlands.
Whaddaya mean, "finally" AG?
Weeeeell.... they over booked my flight F
riday night by three seats and were NOT going to load the plane until 3 volunteers took the free hotel, free dinner and 300 Euro travel voucher pay off to stay behind. After a slight miscommunication with my husband, I took the hotel/dinner/voucher option.
Saturday morning, at the (butt)crack of dawn, I was back in the airport.
Once again they announced that they'd overbooked and needed two volunteers to take the next flight. WTF?
But the two guys who had also volunteered Friday night went ahead and volunteered AGAIN, meaning that they racked up a cool 600 Euros each in travel vouchers. I, on the other hand, went to the Netherlands post haste, where I slightly mollified husband awaited.
We then went to a camping store. I love camping stores almost as much as I like hardware stores, so there was much climbing into campers, tent trailers and tents and pretending we had gobs of money and vacation time to take our (mythical) Land Rover, (imaginary) children, and (wished for) tent trailer on an off-roads vacation in the African savanna. On the way to the campsite where my husband has been living, we almost stopped for the open house that we saw, because touring homes is FUN, but we were both hungry.
I'd had a terrible terrible sudden drop in sugar levels as I exited the plane resulting in some stressed confusion until I was able to eat a Snickers bar and return from the Land of the Damned and behave like a semi-responsible adult. One who can play pretend in display campers, at any rate.
The camp set up is quite lovely, I'll have to get photos at some point... but every time I need to step outside it begins to rain heavily. Fine, I've got the most kick ass rain jacket EVAH, but camera + rain = lousy images. You'll all just have to wait.
So all is great and wonderful, but eventually I have to go to the restroom. Which brings me face to face with....
The Dutch toilet of DOOM!
Note the position of the "drain" at the front of the toilet. This means that everything you do will end up in the little depression at the back of the toilet for your perusal before you flush. I call it: The Peek a Poo.
I simply had to Google this, I mean, WTF Dutch people!
So I will now cut and paste from an expat website that I found. Expats of the world: you rock!
Stolen without apologies from Dutched Pinay on Expatriotism. :-)
Dig this… the toilet bowl has an -inspection shelf- design, where our wet and dry discharges are supposed to land, and hopefully they will disappear if flushed properly.
Our previous flat had this type of toilet, at my work too, and I am just oh so thankful that I don’t have to deal with this outlandish entity here in our new home. I just simply do not understand the logic behind the design.
So, I did a small research. I searched the web high and low, even asked a Dutch chat friend (he claims he has a shelf toilet at home) what brand he has. In return he provided me some stimulating information complete with websites.
The CULPRIT: The Germans. These Duitsers (Germans) invented this ubiquitous inspection-shelf toilet, and mass produced-marketed it to the poor Dutch. LOL!
Our previous flat had this type of toilet, at my work too, and I am just oh so thankful that I don’t have to deal with this outlandish entity here in our new home. I just simply do not understand the logic behind the design.
So, I did a small research. I searched the web high and low, even asked a Dutch chat friend (he claims he has a shelf toilet at home) what brand he has. In return he provided me some stimulating information complete with websites.
The CULPRIT: The Germans. These Duitsers (Germans) invented this ubiquitous inspection-shelf toilet, and mass produced-marketed it to the poor Dutch. LOL!
So there you have it. The hardest part about being in the NL so far is not the brand new incomprehensible language or the INSANE lack of road planning (that is a WHOLE OTHER POST OF MADNESS), but the horror of visiting the toilet and being forced to look at your body's refuse.
Ugh.
I would take a yucky squatty potty over a self-inspection potty any day. ANY. DAY.
ReplyDelete*makes note not to visit the Netherlands for any longer than a couple of hours*
ReplyDeleteThis made me laugh, because I remember my first impression of the Netherlands when I visited was the toilets! They are weird, and it took me a while to even figure out how to flush them.
ReplyDeleteMy maternal grandparents were German. This post explains SO MUCH. I will spare you the gory details. There are too many...
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