You’ve read my Squat Potty post, right? The one about the porcelain (if you’re lucky) hole in the floor where doing your duty requires planning and preparation? Well, in Japan, all those horrible memories can be neutralized by the wholesome goodness that is the Japanese public toilet.
My first taste of mangosteen was not my choice. We were walking along a street in Shanghai and passed a vendor with two big baskets of these little plum-sized fruits. He had opened one and was offering passers-by tiny sections on a toothpick. We stopped and asked what they were, and he stuck a piece in my mouth! Unasked! Cheeky! If it had been durian I would have spit it out and slapped him, but lucky for him it was delicious--sweet and slimy like a banana, but in tiny sections like citrus fruit.