YEAH -- Japan is totally schizo when it comes to bathroom facilities. At the Nagoya airport, the ladies room had a series of holes (with footprints so you'd know which way to face) and yet, my hotel had a potty with a heated cushioned seat, electronic mozart music, and a very surprising warm jet of water as the grand finale. The last little flourish was just too much for a jet lagged country girl. I hollered, jumped up, and hit me head on the opposite wall. A Gaijin in wonderland -- indeed.