CHAT; asking for the bathroom
|From:||Roger Mills <romilly@...>|
|Date:||Saturday, June 2, 2001, 0:03|
>When I lived in mainland China (albeit twelve years ago), "nightsoil"
>carts were a common sight, carrying waste from downtown into the
>surrounding countryside where the crudités were grown. This is also
>why most mainlanders recoil in horror at the mere soupçon of a hint
>of a suggestion of eating vegetables raw (you can claim you've washed
>them thoroughly until the cows come home). "Salad, anyone?"
>"Waaaaaaaa~~~~!" "Okay, okay. Come in off the ledge."
The Embassy nannies in Vietnam (1958-9) sternly warned us off the local
produce, for the same reason. But there were so many excellent French
restaurants, and the tomatoes, lettuce and strawberries were delicious.
Most likely as a result, I came down with amoebiasis, which was easily
treated, though the pills did not agree with alcohol-- probably a good
I suspect Islamic Indonesia would not use nightsoil; at least I had no
problems there. But most vegetables were cooked in any case, and all fruits