"Where is the flush"?
Travel always brings with it exciting surprises. Thus I found myself in a locked room, frantically trying to figure out how to... flush.
Yes. The locked room was a stall in the men's restroom of Incheon airport. The scene rather resembled what I imagine the fabled alien anal probe apparatus must be like, except for a rather conveniently warmed seat. I insist they include the right to a warm toilet seat in the Kyoto protocol.
Anyway, at the side of this throne-like seat was a panel of perhaps 300 buttons in various colors, all of course in Korean, with no translation. Desperately looking for the one which would flush, I hit them all. And then proceeded to the scariest few minutes of my life. Various doo dads emerged, high velocity water spattering everywhere, jets of warm air apparently supplied by idling planes, what I imagine was a temperature control for the seat, etc. The only thing missing was a mechanical arm to powder and rouge one's ass.
After a dodging the jet streams of water and air (try that in a small space), I finally found it - the bloody flush actuator turned out to be a regular mechanical arm at the back.
PS: another traveler's woes on the same topic. Good pictures.
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