Photo Friday: Toilet Signs Of Japan, Sydney & Bangkok

That Japanese toilet may look standard, but it’s far from it. It heats your bum up when you’re cold and plays music to drown out the sound of your shit dropping. Genius!

This past winter, I traveled for two months in Japan, Australia, New Zealand, the Philippines and a short stopover in Bangkok.

Japan and Bangkok had creative signs, while the places I visited in Australia, New Zealand and the Philippines were less entertaining.


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I sense a lot of pink in these Japanese toilets. Tough on the gender roles, maybe?

*Bonus from Japan*

How to use a toilet:




The Customs House in Sydney





Love toilet signs as much as I do? Don’t miss pictures of toilet signs taken in the Australian outback, Southeast Asia and the Camino de Santiago.

Featured photo: Toilets in the Oslo, Norway airport. Can you feel the sleekness? 


Photo Friday: Toilet Signs Of The Outback: Stuart Highway

Toilets in the outback were few and far between. After all, often buildings and people were few and far between. When they did come along, though, the toilets signs we saw had personality. With the exception of bathrooms around Uluru, the figures on the toilet signs were of white Australians, playing off of the ‘sheilas’ and ‘blokes’ theme. Maybe it was the image of the rough and tough outback explorer that sold well to the tourists, or maybe it was a deliberate political decision to ignore the original residents of those areas.

In northern Queensland, the toilet signs were typical.

Heading towards Alice Springs and Uluru, they began to gain more character.


Going north towards Darwin, the toilet signs were more tourist-oriented.



Interesting in other toilet signs? Check out toilet signs of Southeast Asia and the Camino de Santiago

Interested in other stories of the outback? Read about the best roadside pub barman, naughty signs in the outback, and how Erin escaped from the job from hell

Featured photo: toilet sign at Uluru, otherwise known as Ayers Rock.

Photo Friday: Naughty Signs Of The Outback

Based on the attitudes and sass of the people I met on the outback, there should be more signs than just four. But given the remoteness of the roadhouses, gas stations and towns, four is a good number.

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Taken in Byron Bay.

This isn’t technically the outback, it’s Byron Bay. Regardless, it’s fitting because what sort of Beach Apartments advertise their vacancies via a threatening sign? You may recognize the picture from this post about the mine camp.

Taken at Barrow Creek, Northern Territory.

If you’re naughty, they stick you in the cage. It’s like adult time out for public humiliation. You also may recognize this from this post about mine camps, where it was equally fitting.

Photo Taken in Camooweal, Queensland.

Just like people all over Europe  and even in Southeast Asia love to draw penises everywhere, this sign taken just over the Queensland/Northern Territory border showed me that rural people of Australia also enjoy the sport. Instead of this sign communicating that here you are allowed to walk your dog, it also gives people permission to have boners while they’re doing it. Thanks!

Taken at Mt. Surprise, Queensland.

Because every other form of making a burger now is messed up, as this sign insinuates. “Stuffed them up” means f*cked them up. “They don’t make ‘em like they used to” can be said by any middle aged person about almost anything, so I am hesitant to ever believe its veracity.

Melbourne Has A Problem And It’s Called Throwbacks: Here Are The Most Overplayed Songs

There’s a terrible pandemic that’s been plaguing Melbourne’s nightlife. I know what you’re thinking. When are they going to get a hold on the bar fights, the girls taking their shirts off for free drinks and the absolutely exorbitant ‘price of vice’

I’m here to tell you those are the least of our worries. What’s really wrong with Melbourne mainstream nightlife is their unhealthy obsession with “throwbacks.”
Gertrude Street, Fitzroy.
In the cultural capital of Australia, throwbacks aren’t just for Thursdays. Throwbacks are for Monday mornings, Wednesday evenings and Sunday nights. Throwbacks aren’t even throwbacks. Define a decade, a time! Anything!
They are overly played songs from the 00s and even 2010s that everyone and all the girls with crop tops and flannels tied around their waists decided were millennial “classics.” At first it’s fun (I’m not innocent in this. I enjoyed it when I first got here). At first that song reminds you of getting ready for school in 6th grade on a cold winter morning while you eat Reece’s peanut butter cup cereal.
Then, you hear the same 10 songs night after night, day after day… the songs loose their nostalgia provoking quality and an irrational annoyance starts to brew deep inside.
There’s nothing like too much of something to suck the life and meaning out of it (wish that was the same case for my dessert addiction. Sugar, you’re naughty!). That’s why people (=me) hate Top 40s songs. What once had any potential of being good is smashed on the ground like Andy Samburg throws cake when the same handful of songs are played on repeat for 9 hours while you make salads (not speaking from personal experience here, not in the least bit). Whoah, that’s a mouthful! A mouth full of complaining, that is.
Just me, a camera, two women and a background full of throwbacks. Taken in Melbourne CBD. 
(I’m considering emailing this new slogan to Victoria’s tourism office: “Melbourne: where it’s better to be an elitist hipster than loose any semblance of happy memories of all those songs you once loved.” Would love for you to write your thoughts about it in the comments section.)
If you’re dying to go out in Melbourne, you don’t even have to move from your seat to feel what it’s like. Just put these 10 songs on repeat for as many hours at a time as you’d like. Then, imagine the screams of the wasted bar patrons as “The Next Episode” beat drops.
You may hate me after you read the list. You may think “she’s off her rocker! These are great songs!” Think what you want. Then listen for 10 hours and let me know how you feel.
Which song listed below do you think were in their heads as they embraced? 

1- Ginuwine- Pony

2- Dr.Dre – The Next Episode

3- Usher- Yeah

4- Akon- Smack That

5- 50 Cent- In Da Club

6-Justin Timerlake – Like I Love You

7- Mary J. Blige – Family Affair

8- Shaggy – Wasn’t Me

9- 50 Cent- Candy Shop

10- Ludacris – Move Bitch

Photo Friday: 10 Inspirational Signs in Melbourne

Melbourne, aside from being a hipster hub, foodie-frenzied, coffee-obsessed city, offers a lot of wisdom. Many stores, cafes and bars post quotes, sayings and other inspirational tidbits. Other times, I see an art exhibit advertisement or graffiti and take my own meaning from it based on what I need that day.

Walking down the street, my day can easily turn from rushed to relaxed with the sight of one of these signs. Their messages have the power to take me out of narrow, unilateral thinking and back to the present with a calming reminder, piece of advice or encouraging statement.

I have captured the signs throughout the last few months and featured most of them on Rehumanize Me, a project I am involved in whose mission is to unearth the common ground of humanity one story at a time (read our project’s blog posts here).

Which is your favorite? What signs do you see around your city that inspire you?


“Friendship is like peeing on yourself: everyone can see it, but only you feel the warm feeling it brings.” -Robert Bloch



Character Tuesday: Melbourne’s Most Active 95-Year-Old Tour Guide

When we heard his friend wearing khaki overalls over a plaid shirt say, “Careful with him. He’s quick with the ladies. By the way- he’s 95” we didn’t pay much attention. It seems to be a common joke with elderly mates that one of them is quite the lady killer.

Bluey, a 95-year old Australian World War II veteran, is a tour guide on the H.M.A.S. Castlemaine, a ship that’s a retired Australian minesweeper that toured on the eastern coast and seas of northern Australia, New Guinea, the Pacific and Indian Oceans and the China Sea. After the war, the vessel was used for training purposes and later donated to the Maritime Trust to be converted into a museum.

“Is your name Bluey because you got in a lot of fights?” I asked, just having learned that a blue is an Australian term for a fight.

“No, it’s because I used to have red curly hair,” he explained, touching the top of his head as if he was running his fingers through a thick mane.

When Erin, my German roommate and I approached the ship at Williamstown, Melbourne’s first sea port, we walked up the ramp from the pier to the ship. There were four men sitting out on the deck on plastic chairs. They were laughing and talking. “Are we allowed to come in?” I asked them. They hesitated, but then asked where we were from. After they found out we were from the United States and Germany, Bluey yelled “Sprechen deutsch!” which would be the first of many times he said this. His friend in the khaki overalls waved us aboard and then John, a man who looked around 70 years old with glasses and an eastern European accent began to take us around.

I later read on the website that entrance is supposed to be $6. Way to make a two girls and a guy feel special, lads.

John looked at the ship miniature and said “Try to fit that in your bathtub.”

John began to move us through the ship past knots and figurines and canisters, not lingering long enough for us to read the small print of the explanation cards underneath the memorabilia, as if I had the patience or interest to anyway. From the inside of the ship I saw the rest of the tour guides- all men with graying hair, pudgy bellies and boisterous laughs. As I looked at them goofing around together on the deck with the sun in their eyes, I imagined they came of age during the war with a sense of mateship– deep male friendships bonded by supporting each other through difficult conditions.

I saw Erin lingering around a poster of a “pinup girl” who in the picture was wearing a turtleneck, but still positioned in a flirty 1940s posture. “Pinup girl!” I said to John. He laughed and said, “Yeah, I think she’s been there a long time.” Assuming he meant she used to come on the ship as a prostitute, I asked some clarifying questions only to find out that by “her” he was referencing her picture not her presence.

The “pinup girl” a favorite of the men on the ship.

The ship smelled eerily similar to the church I went to as a child. The musty, perfumed and poorly-ventilated took me back to playing in the outdated children’s room or sitting in the Sunday school. The men on the ship even reminded me of many of the elderly men who attended church – friendly, proud and frequently telling stories and memories of their youth.

After briefly exploring the upper rooms used for communication, the captains quarters and the bridge of the ship, we returned to the main room where Bluey waited for us.”Sprechen deutsch!” he said again. John went to go have lunch and Bluey continued the tour. Bluey spoke roughly, quickly, and highly mumbled with a thick accent. I don’t think my German roommate understood any of it. It took me some intense listening to figure it out. Despite his age we moved briskly from one display to another as he spoke enthusiastically with sparkling eyes.As soon as we had a look at a map of where the Castlemaine had served as a minesweeper we were off to to the next thing.

Suddenly, in the middle of his whirlwind explanations, he stopped the tour and turned around before we were about to exit the main room of memorabilia. “Guess how old I am,” he challenged us.

“Um.. well…” I started to pretend like I was guessing, “95…” I said with a slight intonation suggesting I was guessing. Then I blurted, “Your friend kind of already told us.”

Not looking surprised at all but content that we acknowledged his impressive mobility for such a mature age, he moved on to show us the toilets. “All the men went in those toilets. Over 50 men!” he reported.

When we passed by the lieutenant’s quarters, we saw a picture of Robert Menzies, Australia’s Prime Minister during part of the war, and his wife. When I asked how he felt about Menzies, Bluey replied something regarding him being a “pig face” – surely a play on words of his nickname “pig iron Bob” given after he was tough on workers on strike.

He knew the ship like an obsessed, neon clad Zumba instructor knows her routines. During the war he spent over 72 months on a ship much like this one, and its clear he feels at home on it. He flew down the stairs to the lower level, squatted and turned old gauges, steered the giant wheel and opened up secret tables turned into sinks. He pointed out a display case with almost 100 types of knots – all that he could make. “I do knots,” he told us.

As the three of us went down into the engine on the bottom of the ship, Bluey stayed up top. At first we thought it was because of the stairs, but when we got back up, he had stayed behind to make Erin and I key chain knots. Presenting them to us one by one, we thanked him as Maik, my German roommate stood behind. He didn’t get one. Bluey did, however, give all of us certificates verifying we had stepped foot on board.

We thanked Bluey for his time and detail in explaining the ins and outs of the ship to us. We even took a selfie with him in a space he believed was best for picture taking “right here on the opposite side of the city!” When he saw himself on the screen in the middle of the three of us he asked rhetorically, “Who’s that short guy?!” We later looked at the selfie and saw that his mouth was open, mid-speech.

Waving goodbye and walking away, we saw him return to his mates and join them as they ate lunch. It was as if Bluey, like I imagine the older men that became constant fixtures in my childhood, was both deeply affected by his wartime years but still remembers them nostalgically. As if those memories were times of stress but also leisurely, simpler times. As if the mates he made on the ship were brought together by conditions that beyond the face of imminent death are hard to maintain. They spend their free time on the ship, explaining what they know best and reliving their past in a safer, less hectic way. This could be true, or it could simply be a projection I’m placing on him.

Whatever his reasons for staying around the vessel are, it was clear its his territory- his space to relive his past and teach others about something he knows so much of. I walked away from the ship with a certificate and a bonus knot key chain, hoping that one day when I grow older, I’ll never loose my spunk, my sass, or my flirtatiousness. And hopefully be as able-bodied as Bluey.

Featured photo: View of Williamstown harbour from the bridge of the vessel. 

This post is part of weekly series titled Character Tuesday, where every Tuesday I bring you a story about (a) unique individual(s) I’ve encountered. Like I always say, life can be good or bad, but as long as it’s entertaining, that’s all you need. This series is meant to celebrate our quirks and idiosyncrasies

6 Favorite Cafes of Southeast Asia

Although we had some delicious meals, sometimes the atmosphere was more noteworthy than the food. Other times, a calming cafe can be the perfect thing to break up the monotony of a long journey or offer a break from the hustle of a big city.

Here are our 6 favorite cafes that we visited in Southeast Asia.

1- Cong Caphe


Where: Hanoi, Vietnam
Why: This eclectic cafe was beautiful in an mysterious way. Kind of like the way I feel about colonial architecture: it’s stunning and picturesque, but I just can’t shake the image of British soldiers beating Indians, for example. In this post I describe Cong Caphe as “uncomfortable grey area between historical knowledge and a Saturday Night Live sketch.” If that doesn’t ward you a visit, I don’t know what would.

2- Unknown cafe

This is what it looks like on the outside! GO!

Where: Hue, Vietam
Why: Right after visiting Hue’s famed Imperial City, we stopped in this cafe for some refuge from the irritating mist (not quite raining, yet moisture isn’t letting you be). This cafe was our favorite not for the decor, but for two very important reasons: 1) A little nugget who gives gifts, and 2) insanely good lemon ginger tea. I don’t care about the cockroaches; there was no tea that compared to its crispness. Maybe they put MSG in it? Wait, is that insensitive?

The staff was open, friendly and accomodating, even given the language barrier. It was a stark contrast to the never-ending requests we got for us to buy someone’s product or take a cyclo ride. It was on par with being asked to ride a boat in Hoi An.

3- Sister Srey

It was from an Iphone, okay?

Where: Siem Reap, Cambodia 
Why: One day there will be a post without a mention of Sister Srey. We certainly couldn’t get enough of it when it was in our vicinity and now that I have free reign to write about whatever I want I certainly can’t stop talking about it.

Everything about this cafe (minus my doubts about the productiveness of training cafes) was perfection. The owners were present and clearly had excellent relationships with their staff. They were supportive and encouraging, and I loved seeing them interact. The food was spectacular, and the people watching was on point. Sitting at one of their picnic tables in the open air cafe, my sister and I watched street vendors, tourists, locals, motorbikes, bicycles, cars, and animals go past. It was the perfect place to write in a journal or just *be.*

4- I.D. Cafe

Who can resist this floor-stool-wall combination? A designer’s dream! Not that I would know. I’m not a designer.

Where: Ho Chi Minh, Vietnam 
Why: When I got a look at those floors, I knew I was going to enjoy my drink. At this cafe, instead of my usual tea or latte, I jumped at a chance to try a local brewery’s beer. I had Pasteur Street Brewing Company‘s Jasmine IPA. Since I’m not beer expert I’m not going to describe it for you, but I will vouch for it and say it was delicious. We sat on the top level in a wide, open room with the windows open. We felt the breeze and could hear snippets of life below on the street.

5- Sip & Chew


Where: Phnom Penh, Cambodia 
Why: Jennifer and I were greeted here by the very attentive and friendly staff. The bright atmosphere was calming. We sat at a table by the window and looked out onto the Tonle Sap river. We watched people pass, noticed the diversity of tourists and locals and watched the sunset. The green tea flavored cream puffs pictured above were delicious as well. This was a perfect cafe to reflect and digest our surroundings.

6- Cafe d’tist

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Jennifer and I ate breakfast with our lovely friend Patrick.

Where: Pai, Thailand
Why: Although Pai was a relaxing town on its own, Cafe d’tist was an exceptionally calming place. Pictured above, Jennifer, our friend Patrick and I sat in a bungalow and savored a yummy brunch. It was cool, breezy and had a fresh scent. The wifi here was of exceptional quality and the coffee sharp. There was soft music that was low enough to create a mood and high enough to eliminate the silence. Their sugar packets had inspiration phrases on them (see one of them in this post).

This is how I feel when I’m so happy to eat food or drinks from one of these delicious cafes.


Featured photo: Happiness on the streets of Hanoi.