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MpICZpxpSpZkoOlRdP - Friday, March 21, 2008 at 20:24:24 (CDT)
Kind sirs, I don't want to dishonor those that have spoken of
the hygine in Egypt, but it appears a mistake has been made. Actually,
we are quite a sanatary country, you see.
Mustava al' Arin <m.arin@settek.com>
Cairo, Egypt - Friday, July 22,
2005 at 02:55:56 (EEST)
Lookee here, we don't like your type 'round these parts, so
go on an' get, get, you hear me, get!
Bary Golly <bary@bae.com>
Santa Rancho Bano - Friday, July
22, 2005 at 02:51:52 (EEST)
I was in Aswan when it hit—I came down with a bad case of
runny bum. We had just, ahh, been ripped-off by a felucca-herder
who made pay a down-payment and then didn't provide services.
I was stressed, pissed and wanted to go to the Saini fast; so
I bought an all-night bus ticket to Hurghada. I had several bus
options. Normal, luxury with Mod-con, and Super. Noting the sloshing
noises in my intestines and my stomach pain, I opted for the Super.
[Bad move buddy, bad move.] Whereas most busses in Egypt stop
at various places for pit-stops, this bus didn't stop for a full
10-hours. (Why should it stop—there was a built-in toilet.
Anyhow, one hour into the journey, I felt the pains return; diarrhea
was on its way, again. I moved to the restroom, lifted the lid
and noticed a blue chemical swirling around inside with previous
excrements, all flowing with the movements of the bus. "Looks
sanitary enough." So I shat, and "Waa…what the hell is that dripping
on my leg, oh my lord, it is that blue chemical, it is splashing
out of the tank onto me! Hell!" By this time, the stomach pains
were unbearable and I had to go. But there was no way I was going
to let the fault of Egyptian bus engineers allow this blue liquid
to splash all over me during a release. "What should I do?" I
gotta hold it. So I go back to me seat and pray to God. I pray
harder then I ever have. Maybe the bus will stop; half hour passes—no
stop, 45 minutes—my oh my I gotta go; but I no sooner remember
the blue chemical splash factor.
"Thank fast, Hank, think. What should I do." I prayed
again, and began hallucinating. Finally, I become enlightened.
A solution, a lightbulb flashes. I grab the nearest half-drunken
Burakah (water) bottle, my knife, and head back to the bus WC.
I cut the bottle in half, stick it to my bum, and explode. Perfect.
Not one drip anywhere. I notice an open vent and I toss the bottle
out. I don't know where it lands, but the relief is worth millions.
Sweat pours down my face as I say "Amen." I do this act again,
and feel a lot better.
I go back to my seat and sleep for the remaining 6 hours. No
sooner do I exit the bus in Hurghada, then a bunch of hotel hawks
come up and shove hotel laminates in my face. After 3 weeks, I
have had enough.
Hank W. Busch <coolbrz1@hotmail.com>
Lebanon, NH - Friday, December
13, 2002 at 22:43:12 (GMT)
While touring Egypt, I had some difficulties. This happened
in route to Aswan on the overnight train. It may have been to
the luke warm tea I opted to consume during the wee hours of a
sleepless night. Anyhow, due to time restrains, another 10 trip
was manditory--amidst this current bout. So I choose the first
class bus inclusive of restrooms so that when that emergency did
arise, I would have somewhere to go. Now, we get on the bus and
are rolling down the way. Nice and smooth; a glance to the lavatory
door in the back of the bus offers reassurance. Some 1.5 hours
in the trip
Girtrude Malcovich<fresh@jive.com>
Newark, NJ - Wednesday, June
05, 2002 at 04:23:40 (BST)
When I was in Egypt, you see, I had this problem. I was on an
all night non-stop bus. Since the bus had a restroom on board,
there were no pit stops. The problem, however, started when I
went into the bathroom of the bus…
Joe Schmoe
Lubock, Texas - Friday, May 17,
2002 at 22:16:56 (BST)
Traveling
has its ups and downs, especially when it comes to the bathroom,
lavatory, loo, w/c, outhouse, kybo, crapper, etc. Unfortunately,
there are not always the most adequate facilities when emergencies
arise. The following are true accounts of pain and suffering on
the road. Why not 
