The joys of eastern Europe.
I've briefly touched on this before, but I'm going to excite you all with the gory details of a Belarussian, middle of nowhere, dirt poor toilet.
It was in a summer camp in a tiny village, and took about 20 minutes to walk to from the place we were staying (shitting in a self dug hole in the ground is not an option when your neighbour is on constant watch).
The toilet was essentially a wooden cabin with two small rooms, each with a hole over a 10/15 foot deep pit of crap. The smell was like nothing I've smelt before or since. Imagine 57 peoples' shit being roasted in piss. This is what happens in the boiling Belarussian summer.
On the particularly fragrant days, if you looked closely, you could see the maggots softly pulsating in the sludge beneath you. It was stragely comforting to think you weren't alone.
Of course, there was the time when I heard my team leader pooing into the pit next to me. It was HORRIBLE. I heard every strain, every splat, every bodily function.
And a fly landed on my bum.
I may have cried.
In hell, I will be trapped in that tiny cabin forever.

My dad also visited family in the Ukraine and had to wipe his bum with ripped out pages from books as they couldn't afford toilet paper. I like to think they had the faces of Soviet leaders on them.
It's sad really.
(reducedfatLOLcat, Mon 31 Mar 2008, 1:02, Reply)