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Part 4… Invited to church, friendly locals, and fancy Victorian bathrooms!

Bill needs coffee…

As I mentioned in my previous posts, Bill and I had already been to a few of the ports on our most recent Scottish cruise.  One place we visited on our first Hebridean cruise is Rothesay, a very quaint town on the Isle of Bute.  There are a number of places to see on Bute, but we had already been to the ones offered on our most recent cruise.  I really enjoyed seeing Mount Stuart House on our first trip, but didn’t feel like sitting on a bus and taking another tour.  When Bill and I travel, we love to walk around and soak up the atmosphere.  So on the second morning of our cruise, we took a walk along a path that runs along the waterfront in Rothesay.

A view of Rothesay’s marina.

As we were walking, a very fit looking older lady was approaching us on a bike.  She had super short grey hair and a big smile on her face.  When I see anything on wheels approaching me, I do my best to get out of the way, so Bill and I stepped behind a park bench so she could pass us with ease.  Instead, she stopped her bike, offered us a big friendly grin and said, “You must not be locals.  No one from ’round here ever gets out of the way like that for me!”

Well fed seagull…

Cool old car.

We had a hearty laugh as we admitted this wasn’t our town.  She welcomed us and said she hoped we’d have a good time.  I was still smiling as we turned back and watched a swan paddling around in the water eating detritus.  We walked past the Rothesay castle ruins and a neat little mini “wildlife preserve” someone had set up for local birds.  They had taken the time to paint wooden replicas of typical birds who liked to eat there.  Unfortunately, no one had taken the time to clean up the rubbish unceremoniously dumped in the enclosure.  It was still fun to watch the birds.

Hungry swan…

A little bird reserve…

I stopped at a cute little Episcopalian church on the main drag and took a couple of photos.  I had noticed it on our first trip to Rothesay in 2012 and thought it was such a pretty place.  A friendly voice behind me said, “Come in! We’re open!”

This photo was taken in 2012.  For economy’s sake, I didn’t take a new one this time…

2016 shot of the door, which was opened wide for us!

I love how the inscription says the person “fell asleep”…

Bill and I hesitated for a second, then went into the church, which was as adorable on the inside as it was on the outside.  It so happened the rector, a tall smiling man named Andrew, was there to lead a discussion on sin.  He came over, introduced himself to us, and chatted with Bill and me for a few minutes.  It turned out Andrew had also served in the military and he and Bill traded a few anecdotes as I read the inscriptions on the wall about those who “went to sleep” (died).  Andrew joked that a lot of people fall asleep during his sermons.

Bill and I aren’t really church people.  I grew up going to a Presbyterian church and probably wouldn’t mind going back.  Bill has tried several churches in his lifetime.  He’s been Methodist, Episcopalian, Catholic, and even Mormon.  He knows a lot about the Bible and is very spiritual, but isn’t a fan of organized religion.  Bill’s experiences with Mormonism were bad enough that he decided he doesn’t enjoy church.  So we don’t go…  However, I must admit that it was a real pleasure to meet Andrew and the charming folks who had invited us in to see the inside of their house of worship.  They were genuinely welcoming and kind and, I think that if we lived in Rothesay, I wouldn’t have minded attending services.  It was a pleasure to be invited in with a genuine spirit of friendship.  In fact, I noticed all over our travels in Scotland how kind and welcoming people are there.

We went back to the ship, passing Rothesay’s famous men’s Victorian toilets on the way.  We saw the toilets on our first cruise and they are indeed very beautiful.  I took so many pictures of them during our first trip that I didn’t feel the need to see them again.  However, it would be wrong not to mention them in this post about Rothesay for readers who might find themselves there.  It costs 30 pence to enter, whether you’re there to pee or gawk at the Victorian styled men’s room (I guess the ladies room didn’t rate).  Hebridean actually paid for everyone to see the restrooms the first time we were in town and probably did this time, too.  The photos of the men’s room in this post are from 2012.

We went back to the ship and enjoyed the first of many gin and tonics.  Hebridean stocks a lot of gins, a couple of which we’d never tried before.

A gin and tonic made with Hendrick’s gin.  We are familiar with Hendrick’s, but this is the first time we had it with cucumbers.  Hendrick’s has an essence of cucumbers in it, which makes them go particularly well as a garnish.

This is the wood stove in the Tiree Lounge.  I love the seal… we saw a few of those too, on this trip!

Hearty tomato soup for me…

A Greek inspired salad for Bill.

Bill had the crumble for dessert.  I love them.  They take me back to childhood!

The front of Rothesay Castle.   It was closed when we visited the town this time, but we toured it last time we cruised Hebridean and it’s definitely worth seeing, if only for the very cool “prison pit” you can climb down in and explore.

Rothesay is a very welcoming town!

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Toilets of the World…

I love books, especially when they are about quirky subjects.  A few years ago, when we were living in Germany, I stumbled upon a book called Toilets of the World.  Written by Morna E. Gregory and Sian James, this was basically a picture book of plumbing facilities around the world.  From the crudest holes in the ground to the most sophisticated washlets made by the Japanese, these two ladies have covered their taboo topic terrifically.  I bought my copy of their book in 2008 and keep it by my loo to look at while I’m tending to business.

 

 

One of the toilets we encountered in Scotland…

 

I reviewed this book on Epinions.com, but it is currently “greyed out”, which means that it’s hard to find it unless you know exactly where to go.  I’ve decided to post it here for those who happen to be interested.  It really is a neat book, especially since Bill and I had occasion to visit at least one of the toilets profiled in Toilets of the World when we visited Scotland last fall.

 

Lovely pedestal sinks in the men’s room at Rothesay Pier on the Isle of Bute in Scotland.

 

 

Signs explaining how the restoration of these Victorian era toilets was undertaken. 

 

 

 

A magnificent pissoir…

 

 

They didn’t give the ladies room the same treatment.

 

 

I like the “Deluge”…

 

 

The outside is not all that impressive.

 

 

 

But it is very convenient and reasonably priced at 20 pence a piss.

 

 

I took a photo of this toilet at Arran Aromatics on the Isle of Arran because it had an ingenious child’s seat for wee ones…

 
 

This was one of the toilets in Ardgowan House near Greenock.

 
 

And this was one of the public toilets in Mount Stuart House.  Unfortunately, a lot of the ladies were trying to “hover”, which resulted in a puddle of pee on the floor…

 

Below is the review I wrote of the book, Toilets of the World.  I have read and reviewed many books about toilets and the act of going to the bathroom.  This is one that I think will really appeal to curious and intrepid travelers.  The authors have a Web site that is worth checking out.  Also, I came across a fascinating Web site called Toilet Guru, which is a site dedicated to the same thing…  

Let’s face it. Every living creature in the world must, on occasion, eliminate waste. It’s a fact of life that no one can escape and the one thing that everyone has in common. Before I spent two years serving as a Peace Corps Volunteer in Armenia, I assumed that everyone eliminated their waste in the same mundane manner. Like most Americans, I was used to “going to the bathroom”, which generally consists of visiting a room that includes a bathtub or shower, a sink, and a toilet. At the very least, I expected a water closet, where the sink and the tub were in one room, while the toilet was in another. The house my family lived in when my father was stationed in England had a water closet. I wasn’t exposed to the so-called squat based “Turkish toilet” until I landed in Yerevan, Armenia, where public toilets are often of the Turkish variety and many people are grateful for the fact.

As you might be able to tell from my opening paragraph, I’ve given the subject of toilets more thought than most people probably have. That’s because, I’ve just finished reading Toilets of the World (2006), a fascinating picture filled book by authors Morna E. Gregory and Sian James. This bright yellow book, which came to me wrapped in cellophane, bears the international male and female signal for toilet facilities and is decorated with euphemisms for toilets.

One wouldn’t think this book would be very appealing to anyone with “delicate” sensibilities. It does discuss a subject that affects everyone but is still taboo. A polite person doesn’t discuss their toilet habits at the dinner table, after all. But it turns out that Toilets of the World really is a very interesting book. The authors have separated this book into geographical sections. Using lots of photographs, witty captions, and occasionally more substantial text, the authors explain the different types of toilet facilities one might encounter on a trip around the world. From the lowliest hole in the ground to the most elaborate, jewel encrusted work of art, just about every conceivable crapper from every corner of the world is covered.

Some of the toilet designs in this book are truly astonishing. For instance, at Sketch in London, the public restrooms consist of a series of giant oblong “eggs” that look like they came off the set for Mork & Mindy. The eggs, which are colored pink for women and blue for men, each contain a perfectly normal toilet on which one might tend to business in comfort. At Bar 89 in Soho, New York City, the public toilets have transparent doors that look like they offer no privacy to prospective patrons. However, when the latch is turned, the doors turn opaque. How ingenious! The clear doors allow visitors an almost foolproof way to know for sure if a toilet is occupied or not. That way, no one has to look under stalls for feet or shyly tug on the door to see if anyone’s in there.

I was amazed by some of the incredible pictures in this book. Gregory and James must have had a lot of fun doing their research, collecting photographs and local toilet lore from the places that are discussed in Toilets of the World. They discuss everything from racially segregated toilets in South Africa to squat toilets in Japan that require users to don special “toilet slippers”. The plastic toilet slippers even are marked as such, with the word “toilet” printed on the toes or simply the universal man/woman toilet symbol. The authors even take on “female urinals” which allow women the opportunity to pee standing up, just like guys do. They even include instructions on how to use such a facility, although aside from trying to avoid having to sit on a toilet seat, I can’t imagine why women would want to stand while they pee.

The authors also explain certain toilet related services. For example, since I’ve lived in Germany, when I visit public toilets, I’ve often encountered the so-called Klofrau. In France, she’s known as Madame Pipi. That’s the lady (or man) who sits outside public toilets with a plate full of coins. It’s her job to see that the toilets are kept clean and to dispense toilet paper if there isn’t any already in the stall. As I was reading about this, I started to wonder what prompts someone to pursue a career as a Klofrau. Anyway, as long as they keep the toilets clean, I’m grateful for their services… as long as I have change handy, that is.

Obviously, I find this book very intriguing, but I’m guessing that it won’t appeal to everybody, especially those who are grossed out or offended by elimination. There are a few pictures of people actually using toilet facilities, though there are none that show anyone’s private parts. Most of the pictures are simply of the actual toilet facilities, the vast majority of which are clean and presentable. Though there’s not too much off color humor, the authors do include some frank discussion of the more vulgar terms for waste elimination. They also include some historical information and commentary on where some of the terms come from. I found that aspect of the book especially interesting, but I realize that some people might be turned off by it.

Because it consists mostly of photographs, Toilets of the World is a very quick read. That makes it a great book to keep in your own loo– just something to read for a few minutes while you take care of business. Of course, as I learned from this book, some people are actually lucky enough to have toilets with television screens installed nearby, eliminating the need for reading material.

In any case, I learned surprisingly new things reading Toilets of the World. I definitely recommend it to anyone who’s curious about the many different toilet traditions around the world.

 
 

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