I’m teaching my girls, 3 and 6, to ride horses. That’s their ages not their names by the way. We drove to Zbrosławice riding centre where there’s a picnic area, playground, and pub on one side and a restaurant with a spacious veranda for outdoor dining on the other. The riding centre and stables were out the back. My girls headed off on their horses, and I ambled towards the restaurant in search of the loo. In Poland you have to pay to use the toilets. A sign on the restaurant door barked that if you were not a customer you must pay 2 zlota or piss in your pants. I asked the bar maid if she would do me a deal and let me take maybe half a wee for the change I had in my back pocket which didn’t come near the 2 zlota fee. She took pity on me and waved away my jingling shrapnel. Was it that I impressed her with my Polish? Was it the look on my face that seemed to say I’m not a bad bloke, I’m just short on cash and long on urine? Don’t know, don’t care, because by this time I was full ...
Welcome to Bog Trotter, a travel blog about the toilets of southern Poland. In case you don't know, a Bog Trotter is someone from the Irish countryside who had the cheek to up sticks and move from his country squalor in search of a better life. In Ireland, a bog is also slang for the toilet and “The Trots” is slang for diarrhoea. So now that we have nicely set the tone let’s explore the toilets of the Slavic south.