Need Toilet?

The coach journey to Terengganu from where we needed to get the boat to Redang is 8 hours and starting at about 11 pm the idea is, I guess, to get some sleep and arrived semi refreshed in Terengganu in the early hours of the…

(8 hours later...)

…morning. However, this was not the case: maybe the hostess shouldn’t have kept waking us up to ask if we wanted to go to the toilet.

Or handing out rather dodgy tasting tuna roll sludge with coffee, the former of which I’d rather I’d not eaten as it did taste a little odd…

Actually, the journey wasn’t that bad – I was kept awake a little bit by someone snoring next to me and the bus occasionally slamming on it’s brakes to avoid, probably, a nasty accident. Arriving in Terengganu we were left wondering who would pick us up at the station: we were part of a package, so there ought to be someone waiting for us: however, as most things Malaysian, I expected this not to be the case. After wandering about the station for a while, I decided to call the driver and I was proved wrong and he was, in fact, waiting for us nearby.

Before we found our driver, I needed a crap – I think that tuna roll had worked it’s way down through my system quite quickly and had a feeling I’d not be able to hold on much longer, so I headed to the toilets at the station, paid my 20 cents, and went into the first of three cubicles – a squat toilet – so tried the other one that was available – another squat, as was the third... Oh shit! I couldn’t hold on, so I braced myself for the first experience of using one of them to do my business… 

Mmm, how to crouch with trousers down and trying not to get poo all down my legs. Not very elegant!