It always surprises me what some people need to have spelled out for them.
I suppose the proprietors are covering their own butts by pointing out that if you slip inside whilst perched on the rim, you have only yourself to blame and no compensation will be coming your way.
I was unsure what the little hose in the picture, which is always on the wall next to each loo, was for at first … although clearly not for my hair or my feet as the sign helpfully pointed out.
On enquiring, I discovered that it is known by expats as ‘the bum gun’. The locals use it instead of loo paper, because the narrow pipes mean that all loo paper has to be put in a bin and not flushed away.
Ever curious, I pulled the trigger and a very forceful jet of water shot out. I’m impressed that the locals can use it without:
- a) yelping in pain or
- b) emerging from the cubicle dripping wet.
In some places there’s no bum gun and no flush mechanism, because there’s no running water.
In this case you scoop a potful of water from a container and pour it down the loo.
I wash my hands in it first, but I’m not sure if that’s what you’re meant to do. In some places, however, that’s quite tricky.
These are the facilities in our lunch cafe. The only place to put the bowl is on top of the loo – luckily I always have my trusty bottle of hand gel with me.