When in Mongolia one might find that they do a number of things, heretofore un-done: eating boiled sheep brain (I think), drinking vodka from a bowl- the forever infamous, two-handed shot, riding a soggy old camel, being guided by a man who after 45min on a bumpy road climbs out of the trunk of the car and as picture shows pooping, in the ever so private community toilet. But don't worry it doesn't face the dwellings... it faces the road. (Granted a busy day on that road is when the guy in the next valley leads his bull to get water.)

So this is a reminder that the concept of toilet, at this point, is universal, the reality has many interpretations.