When I rode the 868 miles from the source of the river Rhine in Oberalppass, Switzerland to the estuary at Hook of Holland last year, I reckon I came across no more than about half a dozen rest rooms conveniently located. God only knows what European cyclists do in general, especially the ladies ... I, being a chap, was luckier, but there were many occasions when there was sparse vegetation coverage within a reasonable distance and you feel a bit of an idiot standing there as a load of, naturally lady, cyclists hove into sight ...