Number of times I was literally caught with my pants down and no TP before I finally started checking the roll: 3.
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| This describes the situation in oooh so many stalls down south. |
Santiago and Viña have been pretty well stocked so far, but the toilets of Patagonia were sorely lacking in vital supplies. They were hard-won lessons, but well learned. Now I carry Kleenex.
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