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Saturday, October 16, 2010
Water Closet ,, Toilet, Outhouse
"Can you guess what are they doing?
If not I can explain, though the thing is really shocking. The story is that this Russian girl has dropped her cell phone into… into this hole that they use in villages as a toilet (it has no drain or sewer system - just a hole and all the people drop there), probably you have seen such system at least once in your life. So she dropped her cell phone occasionally and it got right inside this thing. She got a choice - to forget it or to try to get it from there. She has chosen the latter and…."
I was browsing the net to find a picture of an old village toilet in Malaysia because I wanted to relate one with my experience as a small boy, when I underwent my practicum, and when I started my service as a government servant. However, the few pictures that I found (one of them is what you see above) caught my eyes.
That reminds me of the 'toilet' I used when I started my service as a government servant in a remote area in Pahang, Malaysia. There was no electricity and pipe water. So what I saw and used was acceptable. To make a toilet, or an outhouse, a hole around three or four feet deep was dug at the back of a house. A stone slab with a hole in the middle was then put on top. After that, a wooden cubicle was built. He presto! The 'toilet' was ready. While staying at one of the houses for three years before being transferred to another place, that was the kind of toilet that I used. Usually, I used that thing before going to the river. (I bathed in the river, mind you). I covered my head with a towel, leaving only my eyes to see where I was going. Entered, 'dropped', quickly walked out, straight to the river. Fortunately, I did not share the outhouse with anybody else, so, although it was not so 'fragrant', it was only mine.
Another 'toilet' that I used when doing my practicum was a little bit different. The toilet was situated at the corner of the house compound. More or less the same as the one that I had described in my August posting 'Sakit Perut Waktu Tarawih (1)'. The only difference was a pail or bucket was placed under the hole so that that thing could drop there. Every morning, a old man would take the bucket, scrapped the content into his big bucket, and put it back under toilet. I would wait until I could not stand the urge anymore. Then, covering my nose with a towel and taking a deep breath, I quickly rushed in, dropped the 'bomb', and rushed out to wash. Hah... (relieved)
Nowadays, I doubt it if the same scenario can still be seen in Malaysia. In remote areas, perhaps?