T A B L E_T A L K What would travel be without booze? Discuss your favorite drinking and traveling memories in the Wanderlust area of Table Talk R E C E N T L Y Auckland unplugged By Cameron Williamson Life in a city without electricity (03/12/98) A romp in Rome By Fiona Morgan An American feminist is liberated by Italian men (03/11/98) "Save me, wild qahba!" By Jeffrey Tayler In a hashish den with the fallen women of Marrakech (03/10/98) Beware the supple fingers of Saigon By Karl Vetas Street urchins are thriving as pickpockets in Vietnam's bustling city -- but the children are victims, too (03/09/98) Islands only a mother could love By Simon Winchester The Kuriles are one of the planet's pawns -- ceded to Russia, claimed by Japan, nurtured by none (03/06/98) Your virtual travel agency - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Browse the Mondo Weirdo archives - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -		A READER'S TALE: WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T PRESS THE BLUE BUTTON! - - - - - - - - - BY "AU CHATEAU" | On a recent trip to Normandy, my husband and I purposefully chose an old brasserie for our lunch, avoiding the nearby McDonald's. I was so taken by the atmosphere that I ordered a dish I had heard of called tripes à la mode de Caen. I knew that it involved some sort of organ meat, but the French have a way with innards, and I thought I would enjoy it. As it turned out, not even the strongest wine could fortify me enough to eat this dish, which was a gray honeycomb of cow stomach lining in broth. While I was pondering this culinary curiosity, my husband, Joey, was having an even more surreal experience in the toilet. Keep in mind that this building probably dated to the 18th century, with most fixtures conforming to that era. It was no surprise that the toilet cost 1 franc to enter -- we figured the French have been charging people for a place to relieve themselves since the 18th century. But as Joey discovered, this toilet was state of the art. The commode was tall and had a contraption on it that looked like a drawbridge. Special instructions were written in French and English on the side. Next to the instructions was a dramatic blue button. The English instructions read: "1. Flush by pressing on the blue square. 2. Leave the toilet. 3. The cabinet's door opens: the seats permutate" (in French it read, "s'interchangent"). Joey didn't bother to read the instructions, or if he did, found them obtuse anyway -- so while he was in the middle of peeing, he pushed the blue button, as it was irresistible. Of course, all hell broke loose. The seat (drawbridge) came down and closed, water swooshed around, gears whirred, Joey was peeing on top of something, and then a whole new toilet seat emerged! After cleaning up, he told me about his harrowing brush with the WC, and I had to go down to see it. It was better behaved for me, but no less bizarre. Apparently, it sterilizes one seat and puts out another for the next person -- the seats permutate indeed! SALON | March 13, 1998 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - What's your worst travel experience? Share your story with us! Send it to wanderlust@salonmagazine.com. And be careful out there.