This seems Iike an appropriate thread to post this:

I neverr knew women farted!

Aberdeen, Hong Kong.

That's another story.

In Hong Kong the meat is imported from China, as well as other places.

Pigs came in by train, on the KCR (Kowloon-Canton Railway) and I lived in Kowloon Tong - one of the stops on this line.

The pigs were in layers in the wire-mesh trucks - about five high, five across and a dozen in length on each truck in the train. Maybe thirty trucks in the train. So 10,000 pigs on a train. All busy shitting themselves at the mode of transport.

Well you can't blame the poor little piggies. I'd be shitting myself too if I knew I was on a train with 10,000 buddies knowing we were all about to meet our maker.

Not always.

I was down at the terminus (Kowloon) one day when a train came in - must have been new people on the handling side, 'cos about three hundred of the buggers escaped and were all over the roads in that area - which caused absolute chaos because of the heavy traffic.

Don't know if they ever caught them all - but I guarantee that every one was eaten somewhere, even if not through official channels.

Just imagine the pigs running in all directions! Ha!

That is almost as funny as when the crocodile farm flooded a few years back and 100's of 3m+ crocodiles escaped.

That's another story.

In Hong Kong the meat is imported from China, as well as other places.

Pigs came in by train, on the KCR (Kowloon-Canton Railway) and I lived in Kowloon Tong - one of the stops on this line.

The pigs were in layers in the wire-mesh trucks - about five high, five across and a dozen in length on each truck in the train. Maybe thirty trucks in the train. So 10,000 pigs on a train. All busy shitting themselves at the mode of transport.

Well you can't blame the poor little piggies. I'd be shitting myself too if I knew I was on a train with 10,000 buddies knowing we were all about to meet our maker.

Meet ya eater

The two worst toilets I ever came across were in South Africa and Hong Kong.

In SA I was broke and forced to live in a dive guesthouse frequented by drug addicts and nut cases. The communal bathrooms/toilets were unusable for me. It seemed the other tennants were in the habit of dropping their trousers at the door, turning around and spraying. (I'm not talking urine here). I had to sneak into a much cleaner place over the road to shower and crap. The guard at the front door became so used to me I'm sure he thought I lived in that building.

In HK I was caught short when on an inter island ferry (Not the tourist one). Apparently it was never cleaned and looked like the inside of a cows rectum! Somehow I managed to hold on until we got to the island.

This is the toilets at a cafe in Dung Quat, central Viet Nam.

The one with the door is the ladies, talk about sexual discrimination, the women get all the perks.

This is the toilets at a cafe in Dung Quat, central Viet Nam.

The one with the door is the ladies, talk about sexual discrimination, the women get all the perks.

Did it have a roof?

My second wife and I did a truck tour down the Baja penninsula in my little camper. That little camper was comfortable, but it had no toilet. I just used an empty jar for #1 and tried to find a toilet in a cafe for #2. Unfortunately, the toilets were so terrible in Mexico that I had to buy a bucket and use it when nothing else was available. I didn't take any pictures but there was raw sewrage running across the floor in some toilet areas. I WON'T call them "wash rooms". It sure makes you appreciate what we have in Canada.

Did it have a roof?

The cafe or the toilet? The answer is technically no in both counts as the cafe is a garden type.

Did it ever have a roof? Pass, no evidence that I saw.

I guess if it rains a true gentleman leans over the wall and holds up an umbrella for the member of the fairer sex. Avoiding his eyes of course.

My second wife and I did a truck tour down the Baja penninsula in my little camper. That little camper was comfortable, but it had no toilet. I just used an empty jar for #1 and tried to find a toilet in a cafe for #2. Unfortunately, the toilets were so terrible in Mexico that I had to buy a bucket and use it when nothing else was available. I didn't take any pictures but there was raw sewrage running across the floor in some toilet areas. I WON'T call them "wash rooms". It sure makes you appreciate what we have in Canada.

Reminds me of an occasion that I stopped at a small servo out in the sticks in Mexico, and was surprised to see that they actually supplied paper - torn up strips of old newspaper in a cardboard box. (Thankfully, I'd learned many years prior to always carry tissue in the car in any country). There must be piles of Mexicans wandering around with last month's headlines on their coits.

piggy snouts!!!!

My mouthful of Chardonnay went one way and my cigarette dropped on the floor!!!!

Shise, I'm still giggling 15 minutes later!!!

piggy snouts!!!!

My mouthful of Chardonnay went one way and my cigarette dropped on the floor!!!!

Shise, I'm still giggling 15 minutes later!!!

Porcine bidet.

piggy snouts!!!!

My mouthful of Chardonnay went one way and my cigarette dropped on the floor!!!!

Shise, I'm still giggling 15 minutes later!!!

Porcine bidet.

Careful, this could start a whole new perversion.

Peta have been alerted.

piggy snouts!!!!

My mouthful of Chardonnay went one way and my cigarette dropped on the floor!!!!

Shise, I'm still giggling 15 minutes later!!!

Porcine bidet.

Careful, this could start a whole new perversion.

Peta have been alerted.

Are you sure it wasn't started long ago?

Reminds me of the story of the lesbian that turned up to a party with a great dane. When she was told that no dogs are allowed, she grumpily retorted that she had been told to bring her own licker (liquor).