Pig Toilet

Toilets are a big part of life in India and anything is fair game
for a urinal. After all, even Gandhi had to piss occasionally.
Although, judging by the appalling lack of facilities for women, it
seems that Mrs Gandhi didn't.

All travellers to India spend hours on toilets, which can be an
especially unpleasant use of one's time. Particularly, I am told, in
the women's public toilets where some local women (perhaps overcome by
actually finding a loo) will not quite make those last few steps to a
cubicle and will settle for a spot on the floor.

My greatest w.c. highlight was when I entered a toilet and discovered a
hole with a little ramp leading outside into a puddle. In the puddle
was an excited (and well fed) pig trying to push his fat head up
through the hole.

At first I hesitated, but I could not pass up this unique opportunity.
I mounted the hole (while gently cradling my private parts in case the
pig leapt up at me in excitement), hummed the tune to the Flintstones
and did my business.

I must say, I have never seen anyone eat my shit so quickly and
enthusiastically!