At the bus depot in Hania, I went to the WC (bathroom). Dear Mary and Joseph. It was a porcelain hole in the floor. Literally. You must also take sheets of tp off the role by the doorway into the bathroom with you. No, ma’am, you cannot take the roll with you. What if you don’t have enough? I couldn’t do it. I waited, even if it would have given me a bladder infection or stomachache. I can’t do it knowing that real bathrooms exist.