*Names have been modified to protect the Guilty
Today, I went to French Beach with J— and his Djiboutian girlfriend, Sago. The ride to French Beach is rocky, at best, and winds uphill a treacherous cliff. J- had to prove his manhood in front of his woman and sped the entire time. His driving was so wreckless; I got closer to God with the many prayers that I had to send up.
When we safely arrived, the atmosphere was perfect. There was no sun and just the right amount of breeze. We were the only ones at the beach, so I was able to enjoy being in the water without kids splashing me. The water is the saltiest ocean I have ever been in! No, I did not swallow any of it, but just wiping my face and near my eyes, you couldn’t help but notice how dense the water was. After about 10 minutes swimming, I had the natural instinct to use the restroom. I got out the water and tried to ask the restaurant workers were the restroom was, but they only spoke French. Yet, they have mastered the term “I don’t speak English.” I didn’t have to go that bad, so I waited for J- and Sago to get out the water and join me on the shore.
They both got out after a few minutes and inquired why I was sitting alone. I stated my “issue” to which Sago replied, “Just use the bathroom in the ocean.” Excuse me?? I am a 31-year old woman. Under no circumstance am I going to willingly urinate in open water. Especially when there is a restroom near!! She explained that I would not like the bathroom and would prefer the ocean. I was appalled and insulted. What type of lady did she take me for? Ladies do not urinate in open water. After we went through this disagreement, I won and J- walked me to the back of the restaurant where the bathroom was built.
It was an eastern-style outhouse. The “toilet” was in the floor. No lever to flush, No lid to lift. Just a hole for me to squat over and do my business. I must admit I was taken aback, but I think it was more the smell then the sight. Since I am borderline claustrophobic, I made J— hold the bathroom door ajar. In addition, it helped the bathroom air out the smell. He thought it was funny so he attempted to take a picture of me while I was in there. No picture was taken so I don’t have any porn to show you…Sorry.
Afterwards, I refused to get back in the ocean water. The thought of people using the restroom in the ocean almost ruined my trip. I began to think this was why the water was soooo salty.
In the end, a valuable lesson was learned. Use the bathroom before you go to French Beach and do not drink any water while you are out there.
(I know I keep saying this, but I have good pictures of the beach, the rocky roads, and the toilet. Stay tuned)
5 comments:
I'm sure that I just died after reading this!!!
Oh my, which is why I do not get in ocean or pool water. Glad you are having a grande time. I want to hear about the shopping :o)
Amani refuses to use the one's here. I did when we went to Mainland because I had no choice!! Loving your stores
Hey there! so, that sounds like the toilets in Japan. You will definitely get some exercise in..plenty of squats! i hope you are enjoying yourself and adjusting well. When do you want to schedule a FT session? Do you have a your internet at home working yet? TTYL
FYI - the "true" Japanese toilets are the same!!!! Needless to say, I used the Western style which are just like toilets at home, SMH!!!!
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