Notes on Genoa
Hmm, I know the type. You see them in the train stations, overpacked backpacks, looking worn out and unshowered, talking in American or Japanese or German or something. I only have a small backpack.
I didn't feel comfortable in Genoa either, although the little kids pressing around us didn't try to pickpocket. I wasn't about to let on that I was American, though, as if that helped at all.
When I've seen a toilette turc en vrai, it's the men who get stuck with them. Girls get something that looks more like a civilized toilet (albeit not something I would touch).
Over lunch, they were talking about how the chemical balance of the sea water here noticeably changes during the summer because of the tourists peeing and polluting it with sunscreen. Plankton grow, and then die off all at once, screwing up what's left of an ecosystem.
Tourism...