The events of this blog occurred Monday, June 27, 2016 at approximately 6:30 pm Vietnamese time.
New country. New monthly home. New room. New bathroom. New toilet.
There’s no sign here. Do we flush the toilet paper? There’s a little trash can but is that just for extra stuff or for toilet paper?
Oye vay.
I guess we’re flushing the toilet paper.
So we all do it. Guess that’s some kind of peer pressure. I dunno.
Then, yesterday, my three roommates, molly, Anna and Caitlin all leave to go out and get dinner.
I gotta take care of business, to the duty room.
Phew, done.
*flush*
Oh no.
Please go down.
Lord. Jesus. God. Please, help. I’m gonna flush again, and it’s gonna go down.
*flush*
Crap!! Stop stop stop stop please don’t overflow!
Oh praise the Lord it didnt overflow….. what do I do now….? Jesus…. I am praying over this toilet.
I guess we weren’t supposed to put toilet paper in here. Please resurrect everything about this toilet and this situation. Please, if you drain this water from the bowl I will never flush toilet paper again.
Yes, it’s going down. Slowly, but it’s going down. Ok Jesus, we got this.
Crap… it stopped. It’s still clogged… it’s just sitting there….
What do I do?!
……..
No Cassidy…. no…. but, I’ve done worse things…. ok… I can wash my hands…..
Ok, just do it quick, see if anything is right there blocking it….
Ok here we go.
Blehhh. Ew. Bleh. *gag*
Ok. I got some toilet paper, but nothing has changed. Maybe if I try to like suction it, Shrena did that with the sink in White River, South Africa and it worked, it’s like making a plunger out of your hand…..
Why not. I’m already in it at this point. No going back.
I’ve done worse things…. right?
Ok the suction isn’t working, try another angle, Ew gross, Bleh ok, that angle isn’t working. Omg ok this isn’t working.
I don’t think I can do this…
Maybe I’ll laugh about this later?
I need to wash my hands… a lot. Bleh.
Uh now I need to go to the front desk… walk of shame…
I proceeded to kelly Anne’s room to tell her all about this endeavour that lasted about 20 minutes, followed by my lack of success. She told me to take a picture of the toilet and Google search a picture of a plunger and bring it to the front desk due to the lack of English spoken there. I did so, and within 2 hours our toilet was unclogged with just a lingering scent.
This blog was mainly to show you all things aren’t always pretty and picture perfect, I’m pretty sure noone wants to see a picture of this. You don’t always have to go to this extreme…. but the world race isn’t always pretty beaches and fancy foreign foods. It’s a lot of lowering expectations and just doing it.
Sometimes though, maybe you just shouldn’t do it.
