Lost in Translation


Found this gem in the squatty-potty stall at the border on our way to Hong Kong (it’s amazing how many beautifully mistranslated things I find in bathrooms here). This was a far cleaner squatty potty than most I’ve used here. There wasn’t any blood or poop hanging around, and I’d remembered to bring in toilet paper with me. #winning (I haven’t always been winning – let’s just say you haven’t really lived until you’ve tried using a squatty potty a few hours after some Chinese food has wreaked havoc on your digestive system and you’ve only got two tissues at your disposal. I was pretty glad that┬átoilet was already super gross because I didn’t have to feel bad about any aftermath.)

Keep your toilet clean, friends. Remember to fiush. The buffon awaits.