hk june 08 - when relieving yourself is not a relief
There comes a time when you realise that some age-old theories need serious revamping. For example, when Maslow put to triangle his hierarchy of needs (then he sold his theories to assorted ministries of education around the world who then proceeded to bore the crap out of us by forcing the psychological structure upon our already overloaded minds. I mean, human beings need food and shelter to survive? No shit.. ), he forgot to include the very important layer of “fuck you give me a water tap in the bloody toilet”.
To read a previous post on almost the same subject, click here. To avoid TMI and perhaps graphic description of… things, click here.
The last time I was in Hong Kong, I sort of mentioned that the toilet in the hotel where I stayed did not manage to suck in every bit. Initially I thought it was due to the el cheapo hotel I was at; however my friend John who lodged at a hotel where guests have personal butlers reported the same problem.
This time round, we stayed at BP International for the first night. Not sure if they had some renovation work done, but the toilet was awesome 
From the second night onwards, we stayed at the Guang Dong Hotel… not too awesome.
Hotel toilets are the least of my concerns, for one may easily reach out, bla bla bla yadda yadda yadda. As you may know by now, the rest of the world is not very sympathetic to us Malaysians (well okay, and some Singaporeans) regarding our little penchant for water taps/ dipper/ bidet. Baby wipes just do not give out the same kind of satisfaction.
So the first day in Hong Kong, I was rather conscious about not drinking so much water so I would not have to scramble around looking for a toilet. But I got a bit dehydrated and decided that such senseless self-sacrifice was not worth it. That was when I found out that public toilets are in such great demand that they moved to the first world and operates only on certain hours and days:
At Landmark in Central District. Wtf?!
Yes, I sound bitter because I *am* bitter. You wouldn’t believe how many people I had to ask to get to this damn toilet.
By the way, what do Hong Kong girls, Hong Kong toilets, Hong Kong changing rooms and leprechauns have in common? …. .. …… .. …….. They are all tiny! Bwahahahhahahha!
Whatever.
Anyway, at the Hong Kong airport waiting to board, I had a rather miserable time holding everything back in. Never been so glad to see the KLIA…
Okay, I’m done on the subject.
Tags: hong kong, toilets
At least you didn’t get a UTI unlike most women (who instead have to guzzle water and head to the restroom 1x an hour). I guess HK is out for a visit if toilets are that inaccessible
What’s funny about the whole tap thing is explaining it to my foreign friends. They just don’t *get* it and think it’s disgusting. I think just wiping with tissue paper (and for guys, usually leaving skid marks) is disgusting.
Ah, I think I understand the last paragraph very well.
me three. though i’m actually quite fine with baby wipes, leaves that refreshing smell around hehe
kat: lucky me, phew! it’s not THAT inaccessible lor, i guess they are there, just can’t be used on sundays and public holidays
the one time we went to mcdonalds, the toilet rosak-ed… skid marks, ew 
ky: the ‘klia’ or ‘done’ ?
tock2: i bet you use perfumed baby wipes as well, since you are so vain
Try a shitty bus ride. Muahahhaa.
Bus moving, perut sakit.. Muahahahahaha.
Yah, that’s what me Mom said about HK - very hard to find public toilets, even in big shopping malls. She wondered where locals went to release??
SF: thankfully i never had to really go on my many bus rides
suertes: the toilet at landmark had no obvious signs. just a silver door with no indication that it’s the entrance to a toilet