Though by no means immaculate and luxurious, I was pleasantly surprised to find a better than sufficient restroom offering at the depot of a backwards monopolistic passenger train company on the edge of downtown in one of the more neglected cities (but improving everyday, please no hate mail) in the country.

Though the floor was covered in a strange chalky substance (salt perhaps), the tiled walls were spotless, as were the urinals and toilets. The sinks operated well. For hand-drying, just as with train-riding in the United States, there is only one option.. Amtrak. Er. Hand-dryers. Um. I’m bad with metaphors.