After two years in Peace Corps Mongolia, I've seen some rough toilets. From my own apartment facilities which worked sometimes, to the worst outhouse ever that my friend Shar had. Shar lived in two different hashas and both had the frailest, falling down bungalows to ever pass as a jorlong.
Though I don't really know what this sprayer device is called, it was coined the "bum blaster" at our guest house on the island. It's just like a sprayer in a kitchen sink.
|the familiar Western toilet|
|Turkish toilet...you stand on the sides, squatting over the top|
I've had many different toilet experiences since leaving the USA, from squatting along side the road on long bus trips, to using less than sanitary outhouses, to bad smelling indoor toilets and now this new fangled water blaster thing. Life sure is an adventure! I applaud diversity in all things, even toilets and am thankful I can squat when it's called for:)