My favorite memory with a squatter was on our way to San Ya. Our bus stopped at a "rest stop" for a few minutes and I went to go use the restroom. You had to pay one yuan to get into the bathroom. Right when I walked in I saw that there were no stalls at all, not even dividers. They was just a trough thing, like what the pigs eat out of, that you squatted over and did your business, then it was carried away in the current of waste. I walked in, then I walked out. I pretty much paid one yuan to witness the grossest squatters in the world.
Love always, Mandy

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