I needed to use the restroom so I entered the first one that I saw.  The room was as large as a warehouse with dirt floors and exposed ceiling beams.

I first saw a hand-washing station by the entrance, passed it and looked down an isle that looked like a barn.  There were stalls as large as horse stalls and instead of doors there were 4 foot platforms in each.

I chose a “stall” at the corner where there were intersecting walkways.  I saw that on the platforms, there were a number of 12 inch diameter holes cut in the board.   I looked into one towards the center but it was completely full of excrement.   Not being particularly concerned with that I moved on to the hole right at the edge.  It seemed reasonable so I climbed on up.

Sitting cross-legged over the hole, I did some business but had a hard time with #2.  So I casually sat there as others joined me on neighboring holes.  A couple of young, teenage boys sat behind me and we chatted about passerbyers.

Although distracted, I finished all of my business.  The boys looked into the hole where I was sitting and said “not bad”.  I hopped off of the platform and said, “Thanks for  chatting with me while I went”.

I went to the wash station, soaped up my hands, rinsed and walked out.

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