Around 3 am I got up to use the washroom.  The water level in the toilet was strangely high, but I didn't have my contacts in and was still half-asleep, so I just flushed ... bad mistake as it turns out!  Even though there was (I emphasize out of consideration for the reader) no apparent reason why the toilet should be backed up, up came the water and flowed all over the rim of the bowl!

By the time I woke Greg Mohr up for an emergency summit, the washroom floor was basically ready to be converted into a duck pond.  We called the front desk and they sent up a fellow with a plunger (note to hotel employees: despite your training, probably a bit strange to finish such a call with "my pleasure").  When he stepped into the washroom, his shoe squished mightily, and he quickly backed out again muttering what I can only assume to be colorful native idiom.

Greg and I waited, giggling every few minutes at the sheer unlikeliness of it all, as he unstopped the toilet and then came back with a mop and drained the bathroom floor as best he could.  We both tiptoed around that part of the room the rest of our stay....