The only rest stop I found on The Great Wall itself consisted of a two-stall outhouse. The throne itself was a sit upright can with a seat lined with a plastic bag. Outside the stall there was a plastic jug of water for hand washing.
As I left feeling much better, I profusely thanked the toilet paper vending lady. She was donning some long rubber gloves and was heading in. Apparently, everything left along The Wall must be bagged out. I felt really guilty only spending fifteen cents for the toilet paper. Great Wall Latrine Cleaner is now on my list of Worst Jobs Ever.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Worst. Job. Ever.
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