Do you remember the old television Kung Fu? David Carradine played a half Chinese/half American Shaolin priest named Kwai Chang Caine who was a wanted fugitive in China traveling through the western part of the United States searching for his half-brother, Danny. I loved that showed. I even liked the cable revival of it with Carradine, again playing a Shaolin priest but the descendant of the original Caine and this time with a son who was a San Francisco cop. But I digress, sort of. I was reading MSNBC and ran across a link to an article about a Shaolin Temple in Beijing that just upgraded it’s tourist restroom facilities to the tune of $3 million yuan (that’s $430, 000 U.S. dollars). The biggest of the restrooms is 1,614 square feet and boasts a changing station, uniformed cleaners and an LCD television in the foyer – to watch the Olympic torch wind its way serenely to the Summer Games no doubt. Wow, the Shaolin must draw some serious travel traffic. I am impressed with the concern for the elimination comfort of tourists though as it is a definite step up from the one unisex washroom per store that Safeway promotes up here in the Great White North, and a whole lot better than those holes in the ground with a metal hole topped with a toilet lid that the National Park System in the U.S. calls tourist adequate.

Found your site quite randomly searching for Kung Fu related web stuff (I blog about the show at kwaichangcaine.blogspot.com).
This is indeed interesting! The Shaolin Temple(s) was closed by the government for years, and opened… hm, five or six years ago partly as a cultural center where the Shaolin are permitted to practice and partly as a…. tourist trap! Well, maybe “tourist trap” is unkind.
Master Po was the funny one. Master Kan was the serious one. Master Po would say, “It pays the bills, Grasshoppa!”
Uncle Keith, that is so classic Master Po! Good one!
Master Po would say, “Grasshopper, what is more important, to cleanse the waste from your bottom or to cleanse the waste from your mind?” I loved Kung Fu, too!
And as I replaced the toilet paper roll again this morning, I idly wondered what we would do for tp in a post-apocalyptic or even post-crude oil world…