There are not many trips to the bathroom that result in staring into the void of cosmic madness. The toilet in Silesia City Shopping Centre is one of them. I have theory that these loo’s were built by an ancient cult as a shrine to old Lovecraftian beings so terrible that to gaze upon them causes a brain fart that liquifies your mind into a primordial goo that drips out of your nose onto the floor. Then it crawls up other people’s noses and does the same to them. On and on until human consciousness is reduced to barely aware tepid soup for the old gods to devour. The first inkling of this theory came to my mind as I walked down the long corridor to the toilets. On the walls there are shoulder height mirrors that reflect an infinite image of your head on each side of your peripheral vision. Already, the unknowable theme of infinity beckons your feeble understanding. At the end of the corridor, hiding the doors to the loo's is a glass brick wall in the centre of a circle. The opaque ...
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.