"I need to use the toilet, is it possible?"
"Yes, I will ask"
....
"This way..."
I follow a small boy away from the riverside fish huts, behind a large open shelter of red carpets and cushions, and towards a wooden box on stilts.
H., our driver, follows behind. The boy points to the large box, and I smile.
"Tashakoor".
Off I go. Hey, I've been in some strange toilets before...
I open the creaky plywood door.
Behold, A human-sized box. A box of poop.
There is a hole in the middle of the floor, but the poop is a foot higher than the floor.
I step in. Miraculously, there is little smell.
I realize I've got an even bigger task... I've got to avoid stepping on the individual piles of poop which decorate the floor.
I managed.
