And of course this one has to be about the loos. What would a trip to rural China be without a story about the toilet situation.
You know, it wasn’t as bad as I had expected. Maybe I have become used to the idea of squatting instead of sitting. What I hadn’t expected was the communal nature of voiding.
At the home stay, we shared one toilet with a handful of other houses. The grandma and grandpa that were our hosts had made a lovely concession for our western rear ends. They had put a kitchen chair over the hole in the concrete and cut a hole in the seat of the chair to correspond with the hole in the ground. We did not use it – too many things can go wrong between the hole in the chair and the hole in the ground!
The facilities at the yurts also seemed to make some concession to big city sensibilities and provided walls between the holes. But, as you can see, they were open at the front, which to my reckoning is the angle most requiring coverage.
Apparently the morning debrief is a debrief in more ways than one – it is quite the social event so the half walls at the yurts allowed us, if we so desired, to catch up on the night’s events…