When you travel, you never really know what you are going to get. You can read the guide books and look online but usually what you see are glossy professional pictures where nothing is out of place. They are staged to the hilt and that is the pinnacle of perfection. If the pictures look sketchy, RUN because it will be WORSE for sure.
The last few years I have realized that one of the things that I now say about cities is “It was so CLEAN!” What has happened to me? Doesn’t that sound like something an old person would say? Yep. I refuse to admit to being old but I can admit that I like places that seem clean. I say seem because it is a perception thing.
Are the streets generally clean and trash picked up? Then I consider it “clean” even though it has the normal grime that any street will have.
Do I start to wonder if I am going to get a disease from the trash blowing through the streets? Then I consider it “dirty”…well because I do.
Really, it is an unfair moniker to pin on places I visit because there are so many variables that can go in to whether I think a place is clean or dirty. Often it is NOT the people that live there that make it dirty either. We, as travellers, are often the culprits. Tourists walk through the streets strewing paper, gum wrappers, train tickets, etc behind them.
Not me mind you. I have a cold right now and my purse is FULL of dirty kleenex. I think I may be growing the ebola virus in there at this point but I refuse to throw them on the ground. AND DON’T GET ME STARTED ON THE PEOPLE WHO DON’T USE KLEENEX. OMG there are few things that will make me yell “DIRTY” quicker than a snot rocket or spitting.
But I digress.
(Have I lost you yet? I swear there is a reason I wrote this post. I am getting there.)
Today we rode the high speed train to Toledo and back. When we got back in to town, I had to use the facilities. I went in to the bathroom and saw that a stall was empty. I went strolling in and then….
WHAT THE HELL?????
(warning grossness ahead)
Someone had put up the lid and the seat and had somehow managed to POO in between them.
That’s right. Toilet lid UP, toilet seat UP….poop in between. Like a uber disgusting poop sandwich. I ran not walked out of there thinking DIRTY! DIRTY! DIRTY!
Forget the fact that I don’t see how getting poop there like that is even anatomically possible….who does that and LEAVES it?????
I have no idea but I am putting a plea out to the world….clean up after yourselves. Your fellow citizens of the world do NOT want to deal with your trash, your dirt or your POO. I refuse to paint Madrid as a dirty city because of one rogue pooper.
So tell me….what is your horror story from your travels? Your “Oh no they DIDN’T!” moment? Dish so that I can replace that terrible image in my head with….well….your terrible visions.