There’s a certain hotel at Sorrento, Italy, that we won’t revisit.
To be fair, a toilet cistern perched two metres up the wall is definitely a trap for young players.
We’re hardly young and, in all honesty, we should have realised that the cistern would take quite a long time to refill after each flush. But it just didn’t register.
That day dawned fine and clear in one of the most beautiful places on earth.
And, in 15 minutes, our bus was scheduled to leave on a trip of a lifetime to the fabled emerald Isle of Capri.
It was our first visit to Capri and Sue had used the bathroom to apply her cosmetics – a totally unnecessary chore in my biased opinion. It’s like trying to improve on the Mona Lisa.
Ten minutes before departure, I finally got to the bathroom ….. and suddenly the previous night’s huge pasta meal didn’t seem like such a good idea.
Eight minutes and counting – and I make a dive for the toilet.
Of course, in my haste, I completely forgot that the cistern was probably still re-filling from earlier use.
Those who have been in my position will know too well that sinking feeling when you pull the chain to no avail.
Just as the bus arrived.
Ice buckets full of water and even a few kettle loads failed to achieve the desired flush.
As Sue tried to stall the bus, my dilemma seemed to come down to two options:
- Miss the trip while waiting for the cistern to fill, or
- Miss the trip
I opted for Capri and have always cringed at the thought of the poor room service staff on that fine Italian day.
And, as mentioned, we will never revisit that particular hotel.