Filth, I can't say, it was very dark
But for sheer menacing physical stink factor, I can highly recommend the khasi in an Indian restaurant I went to in Lagos, Nigeria.

I suspect had the floor been visible, the origin of the stink would have been obvious, but there was no lamp, and I was holding my breath and more or less pissing though the open door, hoping I might be hitting something designed to capture bodily effluents.

On reflection, I don't think it would have mattered.
(username failed moderation, Fri 3 Feb 2012, 15:04, 9 replies)

I think that public toilets in rural Africa take some beating
and the word "menacing" a very apt one.
A friend claims that, having experienced many shitters around the globe, that the crappers he tried to go into in Moscow during the 1990s beat every other into a cocked hat full of roses.
He maintains that the ammonia was so strong that after a few seconds the scent receptors were paralyzed.
You'd think this was a good thing, but as he points out, that's when ammonia is present in sufficient quantity to start doing you some serious harm.
As it was, he was unable to see due to the teargas effect and simply pissed in the street like everyone else appeared to be doing.
( Infidel , shit and wrong, Fri 3 Feb 2012, 15:25, closed)

Icelandic sewers
A friend of mine spent three months working in the sewers of Iceland's capital. This is a man who doesn't blanch at the prospect of eating braised puffin or rotting shark. But even he said it was like a whole new circle of hell to be in the main sewer of Reykjavik on a Saturday morning, dealing with the discharge of his fellow countrymen who had been out on the lash the night before. He's convinced his sense of smell and taste have never fully recovered.
( ThisCaledonianClown has left it far too late, Fri 3 Feb 2012, 15:38, closed)

I sympathise with him.
In my line of work it's not uncommon to experience festering stenches that can be tasted for hours afterwards.
A waste skip brim full of rotting corpses in the height of summer for example, leaves an interesting tangy, iron like taste in the mouth after just a minute of exposure.
( Infidel , shit and wrong, Fri 3 Feb 2012, 15:50, closed)

Um...
What is your line of work? How does it involve dealing with skipfuls of corpses?
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Sun 5 Feb 2012, 17:45, closed)

I'm a serial killer.
Nah, pig farmer. Can be the same thing at times.
( Infidel , shit and wrong, Mon 6 Feb 2012, 2:14, closed)

Jesus H fucking christ...

To not only your post, but also the reply above.

My flabber has never been so gasted.

If this QotW has taught me anything it is two things:

1. How lucky I am.

2. How the 'I like this' button seems so very wrong sometimes.

Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I like your post, but I REALLY.DO.NOT.LIKE.THIS if you know what I mean.

*clicks*
( Pooflake braces for an onslaught..., Fri 3 Feb 2012, 15:36, closed)

Agreed.
These experiences teach us to be truly grateful to be living where indoor plumbing is the norm and the public facilities are mostly clean and lemon scented.
( Infidel , shit and wrong, Fri 3 Feb 2012, 15:55, closed)

I prefer my version.
I missed the "in" of your first sentence and thought that somebody in Lagos had aptly named their Indian restaurant "Khazi".
( Hunter Stockton was murdered by a bicycle wielding axolotl,.,.,.,., Fri 3 Feb 2012, 15:58, closed)

hah.
Luckily, they weren't stupid enough to have this festering hole attached to the restaurant, you had to cross a courtyard.
(username failed moderation, Fri 3 Feb 2012, 16:19, closed)