Burn Spots & Squatty Pots
Beijing was extremely hot! But I didn't get sunburned until the third day during our visit to the Forbidden City. It also happened to be a day with the least air quality thus far. Imagine an invisible force that permeates your nose leaving an unpleasant taste on your tongue!
Luckily, my trip buddy had an extra mask for me to borrow.
From where we stood, I knew we had a long way to go before I could use a western toilet.
I had heard of the squatty potties in China, but there was never enough information to accurately depict the experience. All I knew was that I was advised to prepare baby wipes and other items for hygiene purposes. But I knew I had to brave it and go to the restroom now or risk having an accident along the way.
If it were not for a few ladies in my group who were making their way to the restroom, I would not have had the courage to go. As I entered the stall, I saw the opening that began at the ground and required me to squat lower than I had in weightlifting. Afterwards, I realized it wasn't so bad after all. In fact, I almost prefer the squatty potty over the western porcelain zeus if it were not for my bad right knee.
Afterwards, my panda pal, and I began our trek through the palace which took nearly two hours in the blistering sun. It was an amazing experience with two ice cream stops and celebrity moments that left this girl burned for the next two days.