Showing posts with label snow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label snow. Show all posts

Thursday, 23 January 2014

Japanese Toilets

I couldn't go past a post of Japaneses toilets. And I confess, here and now, I want one!




As I said on FB, the best thing about skiing in Japan wasn't the amazing snow, the super friendly people or even the delicious food - it was the heated toilet seats. And pretty much every toilet had them. Can you imagine?? You come in from the cold (I'm always cold - the kids reckon I'm reptilian) and pop yourself down on a nice warm loo - bliss!

There's also an array of pressure-adjustable sprays and squirts to wash your bits and pieces should you feel the need. We even came across one that had a built-in warm air dryer!

An Aussie we met at the snow told us that on her first trip to Japan she was staying with friends. Curious about the buttons next to the toilet, she banged a few, got the fright of her life, couldn't turn it off so leat from the throne only to have the water hit the ceiling!! Explain that to your gracious hosts.

There are two kinds of toilets on offer in most public loos - sit down or squat. I've confessed before that a squat usually leaves me with wee on my foot - which  is fine in a hot climate where you can just swoosh some water over it, but less fine when you're wearing suede apres boots. Even the local wait for the sit down variety. Here's an example.


And finally, the ultimate toilet gadget; a speaker that, at the touch of a button plays loud gushing water sounds to cover up any loud gushing water sounds that you might be making! No chance of getting stage fright here. Have a listen.




Friday, 19 August 2011

Skiing


Last Saturday I got up at 3.30am to take the 12 year old and my 15 year old “nephew” (one of the relatives-who’s-not-related) skiing for the day. It was a 3 ½ hour winding drive in the dark and fog, but was well worth it when we arrived in brilliant sunshine.

I’d not been to Mt Buller for many years – since the friends we used to go with so rudely moved to the UK for 5 years (yes Penny, I’m talking about you!) When the kids were little, we had seven very happy consecutive years when we went for a week with a whole pile of families.

It turned out to be quite do-able for a day and next time I’ll even take the little one and pop her into ski school for the day.

I put the 12 year old into a lesson, as she hadn’t skied since the shopping mall in Dubai at Christmas – and that’s not quite the same thing. My nephew and I are pretty well matched so managed to get in some good runs before collecting her. In my usual gentle mothering style, I then insisted she just come with us and promised we wouldn’t do any black runs, just blue.
“It looks really steep!” she moaned.
“Oh for god’s sake you’ll be fine! Just get on the lift,” I said in my short tone used on the kids when they're being wimpy.
And of course she was fine, keeping up with a thigh-burning snow plough!

When we got home, the little one said, ‘How was the skiing? Was it inside or outside?’ Yes, she too was last at the Dubai mall……


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