W.C., privy, commode, latrine, throne, dunny, the john, chamber pot, convenience room, the head, can, loo, outhouse... Yep, its toilet time. My relatively short 'career' as a passport user has given me access to a varied range of cultures, languages, traditions and histories. I've count myself lucky to have been brought up from a young age with stories of adventures in foreign lands mixing fluently with those of Murgatroid and Where The Wild Things Are; instilling an urge to see these fantastic places from day dot. During the 1970's, my father treated himself to a brief holiday of seven years without a re-entry stamp to Australia, a period which saw him gain enough storytelling material to last him the following thirty five-odd years. Seven months of backpacking is long enough to give most people a basic
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