I remember a story from my father, who served back in the Vietnam conflict. He was in a bathroom that didn't have dividers between their toilets and there was a row of six toilets (Think military base with industrial type bathrooms, same as Army bootcamp). He was sitting down, doing his business, when a "mamasan" came in and sat down near him. Dropped her drawers and started doing her business, like it wasn't a big deal to be sharing a bathroom with a dude. Needless to say dad was sitting there in shock, being accustomed to American "rules for bathroom etiquette". There was no fear in her eyes, just relief from pent up internal pressures (she had to take a leak). Dad said that some of the Vietnamese customs just didn't translate well into a western society.
I remember a story from my father, who served back in the Vietnam conflict. He was in a bathroom that didn't have dividers between their toilets and there was a row of six toilets (Think military base with industrial type bathrooms, same as Army bootcamp). He was sitting down, doing his business, when a "mamasan" came in and sat down near him. Dropped her drawers and started doing her business, like it wasn't a big deal to be sharing a bathroom with a dude. Needless to say dad was sitting there in shock, being accustomed to American "rules for bathroom etiquette". There was no fear in her eyes, just relief from pent up internal pressures (she had to take a leak). Dad said that some of the Vietnamese customs just didn't translate well into a western society.