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All hail to the porcelain throne, for never in our entire lives has it meant so much to us, as it did in the city of Varanasi. This city forced us into the realization that the porcelain throne was indeed – KING! We, like all other travelers, became obsessed not with finding porcelain kings, but rather trying to avoid them at all cost. Why? Because once one left ones hotel, there were no public restrooms and if you happened to find one, you instantly became sorry that you did. The porcelain thrones are…….DISGUSTING!!!! To give an example, I once had no choice but to use one at a restaurant. We had already ordered our food and were waiting on our meal. I won’t describe it, but all I know is that what I saw as so nauseating, that I immediately returned to our table, sat down and started to cry my heart out. This was my first of three mental breakdowns in India. Charles immediately ordered me an illegal beer (alcohol consumption is against the Hindu religion, but they will supply it to tourist ‘under the table’). “Drink it all down, dear”. I threw my head back and downed it, in a few gulps. I wanted a second one. The waiter asked if we could wait for about 10 minutes cause he had to put one in the fridge to get cold.