Some visuals, as promised.
The toilet pictured was reasonably clean, but if you see the little glimmer at the end of its tunnel... That's the sun shining on the open, oft pooped-upon sea. Sad. As for the other toilets... I'm glad that numerous trips to Asia and some genetic squatting gene have warmed me up to the squat pots here. Which drain to nowhere.
For the village houses pictured (mind you this is the least materially poor most solidly constructed of the kampung-airs), you really have to be here to know what it's like.
Let's just say, if I could send you a scratch-n-sniff Polaroid, I would not because I love you.
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