Toilets

Going to the toilet was an experience wherever we were. For the sake of those with queasy stomachs we’ll bare you details of the bathrooms at the border crossings, but let it be known it may be worth just holding it until you are out of Zimbabwe. Here are some of the best of:

Best view: the hole (referred to as the long drop) surrounded by stalks, which can be seen over to see gorgeous mountains…and fields…and what is that? A path?

Best flush: Non-existent. But the one at the centre would be the best of the bad. Let’s just say the Sara(h)s are getting up close and personal this summer.

Best privacy: One at Maforga had a locking door, but sometimes it tended to lock people in just as much as locking them out. So you can take your chances.

Best non-toilet: At Maforga there were these half built buildings that were perfect…you just had to time it right so none of the boys were walking back to their dorm at that time. And that the field workers had gone home.

Best Camaraderie: In Zimbabwe we would pull over for bathroom breaks and hit the trees along the road. Sometimes one or two people found the same spot satisfactory. Others got stage fright. It’s all a matter of opinion.