August 12th, 2006, 10:12 am
Ode to Norwegian Bathrooms
Oh dear God. I love Norway. Imagine the joys upon seeing a clean shower.
My last thirty six hours have consisted of:
- Waking up in Dublin Tuesday morning, rushing to the airport without a shower
- Waiting for a delayed plane for four hours
- Arriving in London, realizing there wasn’t time to get to our hostel
- Traveling via bus to Bishop’s Stratford
- Sleeping under a tree for an hour
- Traveling back to the airport
- Sleeping under a sign for an hour
- Waking up at 4 a.m. Wednesday to catch a flight to Oslo
- Arriving at Oslo Torp, and waiting until 2 p.m. to catch a bus to the city. With a screaming baby
- Sleeping for about 15 minutes on the 105 minute bus
- Arriving in the city, and spending about two hours trying to find the train station and plan a day trip
- Finding the tram, hiking to the hostel, then arranging our booking, which had gotten screwed up.
- and then …
Enter the Shower.
It is so fabulous, I will write a little poem about it.
Oh Shower of Norway
You with your clean white tiles
I forgot my flip flops
And I
Don’t
Care
Because you are so clean.
You have a little window I can open
I can turn you on, and you’ll stay on, instead of being controlled by some horrible little push button that you have to [hit] every thirty seconds if you want to [hit] even remotely have a [hit] chance of getting that shampoo [hit] out of your hair because the [hit] water pressure is so low.
Oh Shower of Norway. You are unlike those other showers I have known in the last week.
Adjustable nozzle, that allows me to control the flow of water … I adore you Words cannot describe the glory of the adjustable bracket, which allows me to position you as close to or as far away from my head as desired.
You are bright and airy and cheerful and empty - save me, your happiest fan.
I love you, shower of Norway.
August 12th, 2006 at 3:24 pm
Oh, Laura, how I can relate. It’s funny how travel makes you appreciate the simple things. Enjoy, dear girl, enjoy…
August 15th, 2006 at 11:37 am
dude. lawrence furlighetti totally wrote that poem in coney island of the mind.
September 4th, 2006 at 9:23 am
Too funny! I had to forward your poem along to my Norwegian friend here in Berlin. Saw that you’re going to be in Berlin for a couple of days (Couchsurfing). Look me up - my moniker is Amypris!