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9.25.06Use a Squat Toilet

Frank Bures blows the lid off one of the most taboo subjects in travel: how to squat and wipe.


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i keep having this recurring dream that i am on a plane to nice and i'm looking out the window at the big blue ocean below (and this is obviously a dream because i would NEVER choose a window seat on a 10 hour flight), and i close my eyes and smile and when i open them i'm on the escalator descending to the airport exit, and the warm south-of- ( Read more... )

we were supposed to leave yesterday, but in fact we are going today. we are leaving to go camping in the alps. i am so excited. we're taking mountain bikes, a tent, warm sleeping bags, ohhhhhhh sweet jesus i need to be out in nature again. this will be wonderful. so no internet access or cell phone access anymore, until i get home next saturday. i ( Read more... )

so since i last wrote, tons has happened. i visited a medieval village named tourettes sur loup and enjoyed it. i have gone on countless rides on the back of a piaggio scooter (its really fast!) up and down the coast. i have gone to virtually every hole-in-the-wall bistro and cafe and bar with the friends i have made here (a russian chick, two ( Read more... )

i have finally won over the royal nightmares. thank god in the highest heaven. it's made the summer actually quite enjoyable instead of my own beachfront hell.

my best friend, a.c., on my failed efforts to chat online from france ( Read more... )

since my rant about life being miserable here, several good things have happened. for one, this past weekend i visited juan-les-pins, the playground for young europeans seeking sex, sun, and sand (in the words of frommer's). i got to use a private beach owned by the family of the father of the child i'm nanny to. so i was told to lounge under a ( Read more... )

i brought two books with me to read while in france, and finished both of them in a week. one was called atonement by ian mcewan (2002, british) and the other was called snow country by yasunari kawabata (1956, japanese). both were hailed as masterpieces, i really didn't care for either. so after i ran out of things to read in english, i begged ( Read more... )

i hate my summer job with a bloody passion that is sure to give me ulcers and colon cancer by the end of the august. it is, without a single doubt, the most supremely horrific experience of my life. i am glad for it, because it will make for amusing stories to tell my kids and grandkids by the fireplace on christmas eve. the summer grandma almost ( Read more... )

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