Pissed it up against the wall
On holiday in Rio, we got to experience the "real" Brazilian nightclub scene -- not the flash touristy clubs, the gritty ones where the not-so-rich locals go. Basically a giant conrete-floored warehouse with a bar erected on one side. Accepted form seems to be that once you've finished your can of Brazil's finest, cheapest mass-produced metallic-tasting beer, you crush the can and toss it on the floor. As the night wears on, the floor becomes covered in a layer of liquid that presumably has seeped out of the mostly-empty cans strewn all over the floor. I'm wearing my jandals (translation:flip-flops/Havianas) so my feet become exposed to the beery liquid on the floor as the level rises to ever-higher levels.

We had managed to befriend an English-speaking local (mainly because he wanted to cop off with our female friend), who helped us out with how to best skip the beer queues and other such practical matters. After several tins I eventually felt the need to "break the seal". I scanned around but couldn't immediately locate the toilets, so asked our local friend where to find them.

He grimaced, then said "I will show you." He lead on, and I followed as we weaved through the crowd to a non-descript door. When we got in, I looked around. The gutter-style urinal was packed, as were the cubicles. And several guys were pissing against the walls next to the sinks.

"Just use the wall," shrugged my friend, and proceeded to do so himself. So, I followed suit, and started pissing away. I then noticed that the floor, of course, was covered in piss, not just from those of us using the wall but from the overflowing proper urinal. And the piss was streaming like a river out of the door, and onto the floor of the main area of the club. My toes had been sloshing around the whole night in what ended up being a several-centimetres deep layer of mostly other men's urine.

I had a thorough shower when I got back to our room.
(tboss, Mon 13 Apr 2009, 0:10, 1 reply)

This
is bringing back many horrible, semi-coherent, memories of nights out during the 13 months I had the utter misfortune to live in Rio.
(Zapiola zip-zap-zop, Mon 13 Apr 2009, 1:00, closed)