In the most desperate times....

 Why would anyone take a picture of their hotel bathroom when on vacation!?

And why would the cute little sign in the rental cottage matter enough to document?

 Well, first of all the hand painted sink was a great touch and I liked it thank you very much...

... but mainly because of the strangely frequent times I came into contact with less than desirable situations while traveling....

Pictured above is inside an old Russian submarine, there were 2 toilets for all aboard.  um... scheduling issues?

Above, is inside a museum, actually a working ship that is the only of it's kind still in working order. Simply a narrow closet with a board and a bucket (and thank goodness) a door.  What I thought was a little disturbing was the apparent need for plexi-glass over the opening ( Oh dear...)

But mostly after Karen tells you that you have 204 miles until the next turn, let alone the next TOWN, bathroom needs become...well....DIRE.
And then you drive through a town...we'll call it ROME for fun.  And well, doing as the Romans do isn't as easily done as said...And then you have to buy something for the PRIVILEGE to use such facilities as sooooo many apparently have before you.  And THEN they don't take debit cards unless the purchase price is over $5.00, so you leave with a bag of M&M's, Skittles, a gourmet root beer  and a postcard of a wild horse, and the violent need to wash ones hands...And are OH so happy to see that the next place has TONS of toilet paper, and although it was 40 degrees in there and stainless steel toilets that made us women wonder about frostbite dangers, well, it looked pretty dang good.

Needless to say the hotel bathroom all lined in yummy marble, and the rental cottage with it's sea side blue and white tile all sparkling and waiting JUST for us was like... well fresh air. (pun intended)