the council had decided to give visitors a more authentic 'wild west'
experience.
Standards of cleanliness certainly varied from place to place -
something I am sure anyone who frequents public toilets in the UK, or in fact
anywhere, will be familiar with. In Homestead, Florida, we used the restrooms
on our campsite with more trepidation than usual.
Our host had repeatedly informed us that they were clean, but in a
pleading manner that suggested he was trying to convince himself. We had
our doubts especially because we were in the overflow part of the site and
using portacabin toilets rather than the main restrooms. However, they turned
out to be very well kept, if basic, and were decorated like the bathroom of a
granny’s house – all peach frills. In contrast the permanent restrooms in the
main part of the camp were a dump (excuse the phrase!).
However, the prize for the most entertaining, and also most mechanically
challenging, restroom experience has to go to the toilets round the rim of the
Grand Canyon. Emma (inevitably) went into the restroom and soon observed
that all the cubicles were occupied. So she waited and looked in the mirror....
ah, the vanity. Actually vanity was out the window during our travels, Harvey
had no mirrors (save for driving). Anyway, making the most of glancing in the
mirror on this occasion she realized that she could see the head and
shoulders of one of the women in the toilet. Emma quickly averted her eyes,
thinking 'oh my god, she's a giant'.
A few seconds later the toilet flushed, the door opened, and Emma
braced herself to make small talk with a very big lady. But the woman was