Toilets and Bathrooms Then and Now or Ancient and Modern in United Kingdom The "Netty" image comes from a Northumbrian poem you can read here. (When you've got to go, you've got to go!) |
In Cambodia you don't see many
bathrooms with the Wow-factor. “Errggh!”
is more likely, even in salubrious establishments and residences.
Cleanliness along with godliness haven't quite taken hold yet.
Imagine my surprise therefore to hear about elite Cambodians abroad going to the
opposite extreme. An investigative
journalist chum exposed acquisition of a palatial property in
London that may well have come with with gold fittings in the
bathroom. If they maintain them as they do at home, the glisten will
soon go, they'll lose their glow.
When
I grew up in the North East of England, too many years ago to
mention, we had a “Dick
Whittington” impression of London where “the
streets were paved with gold”.
Now Dick might have soon been disavowed of that belief once he made
it there but what would he have made of gold bathroom fittings? He
was just ahead of his time. We do know of course about the
solid-gold
toilet not far away in Blenheim Palace, the family “seat” of
famous wartime Prime Minister Winston Churchill. It was stolen. The
Police had nothing to go on.
Toilet
humour reminds me of a brush with fame. One of our most famous
Northumberland places is “Holy
Island” also called Lindisfarne
that loaned its name to a local pop group that also found fame in the
1970s far beyond Newcastle-upon-Tyne. Some members are still around
and perform.
We've seen them in Alnwick and Dunstan. By chance all those years ago
I met up with the original band in London when we booked them to
appear at our college. They were homesick and that was in the days
before the North East's greatest culinary gift to the world –
Greggs – had made its mark.
I did manage to console them with a visit to the White
Hart the only pub in SW London that sold Newcastle Ales. Needless
to say the pub “crack”
(local slang for a chat) was about their big hit song “The
Fog on the Tyne is all mine all mine.....”.
The explanation comes later in the song, if you listen carefully and
get the.... err... drift, shall we say: “We
can have a wee wee, we can have a wet on the wall”.
You
see in those days many male toilets were outdoors and consisted of a
concrete wall with a drainage trench below. So you can picture how in
the depths of Winter, a season that can last all-year-round in the
chilly North-East, steam would emanate from hot pee splashing on icy
cold walls – the not so-shrewd observation of the Lindisfarne boys.
They would do as every other boy did in those days, Summer or Winter,
aim to see how high-up the wall he could pee, maximising the steam
effect and creating his own Fog
on the Tyne! By the way contrary to local opinion another
popular song “Dirty
Old Town” is
not about Newcastle or Sunderland but Salford. In fact my namesake LS
Lowry captures it admirably in his paintings.
Lindisfarne Band in 1970s from Newcastle Chronicle. |
Dark Satanic Mills
Dirty old town, sky-high concrete walls, and if not fog exactly but an abundance of air-born pollution brings us “convenient”ly back to modern-day Cambodia and Phnom Penh. Who would have thought that an exile from London would set his heart on cleaning it up? Well at least he's.... aiming to reform local lavatorial habits, especially their hand-washing inclinations, or lack of them to be precise. He even began this thankless quest before #Covid19 struck.
20 years ago in Cambodia, apart
from a nearby bush or hidden corner, you were hard-pressed to find
somewhere to relieve yourself let alone one relatively comfortable
and hygienic. If you succeeded, it would be confined to the “stand
and deliver” facility. Today they're still popular although
sit-along “Western-style” pedestals have thankfully made
in-roads, as have proper urinals.
Not
the bog standard bog in Cambodia but a cleaner one to be gentle on the eyes of readers.
As with other Western imports the new pedestal-style toilets clashed with local habits, requiring some education. Posters can be see to this day.
One more oddity of late, for some unknown reason, a spate of discarded “Western” toilets keeps appearing around Takhmau. One even had a toilet-seat intact and that is a definite rarity. Our most famous neighbour PM Hun Sen has been stirring-up anti-Westerner sentiments, but is this a reprisal too far?
Really - in a 4 star hotel Phnom Penh |
Another little quirk, in the
apparent absence of disinfectant and those expensive cube-things
Westerners use, what do Cambodians deposit in their facilities? Don't be surprised to see a block of ice in there. Posher places put
in a bar of soap. Urinals, presumably to counter the smell, are often
graced with slices of fresh lemon or lime and even pineapple slices!
Best to avoid asking for lemon or pineapple in your drinks, just in
case they know where to get them from for you.
Urinals too can be a challenge. Many do benefit from a simple soak-away trench. Unfortunately sometimes the connecting pipe is missing, so you pee on your feet!
Toilet rolls have been a rarity in Cambodia long before the Covid19 panic-buying. You'll see local womenfolk indicating an imminent visit, not by picking up their handbag but by gathering a pile of tissues that adorn restaurant tables. Foreign women only make the mistake once of not copying them. Every visitor gets to learn to use the bum gun and ultimately to savour it.
Toilet rolls have been a rarity in Cambodia long before the Covid19 panic-buying. You'll see local womenfolk indicating an imminent visit, not by picking up their handbag but by gathering a pile of tissues that adorn restaurant tables. Foreign women only make the mistake once of not copying them. Every visitor gets to learn to use the bum gun and ultimately to savour it.
Finally the lady “cleaner”
by the WC door watching you come and go, is not there to clean the
place but to relieve you a little more – of a few Cambodia riels.
It's pay-as-you go, naturally, as much else in Cambodia. These "Guardian Angels" have come in to their own in the Covid age, armed with her spray, she'll see you sanitise your hands, while her friends do the same when you first come in.
16 March 2020
Grateful to Allie Volpe in "We’ve Been Pooping Wrong All Along" for making me realise (a) I should have said more about bidets - her movement makes a compelling case - and (b) the bidet, or a His'n Hers combination are essential for the "Wow" bathroom factor.
Grateful to Allie Volpe in "We’ve Been Pooping Wrong All Along" for making me realise (a) I should have said more about bidets - her movement makes a compelling case - and (b) the bidet, or a His'n Hers combination are essential for the "Wow" bathroom factor.
In earlier blogs I have made
the point that the first sign of success in our development projects,
in improving lives and livelihoods, is not what most in the West
would imagine. It is the first sight of a TV aerial above a grass or
corrugated iron roof. Even before that an old decrepit motor-cycle
might appear. In recent years mobile telephones have become early
priorities. The vast expansion of easy credit via Micro-Finance
Organisations (that has spawned so many ills) has meant new or quite new motor-cycles and
smart-phones can be seen too.
Oddly a lower priority still to
this day is installing proper toilets or low-cost latrines, despite
our efforts to point them in the right direction. It's a strange world but some of us still aim to please!
Artist Banksy has done a lot to change perceptions of images posted publicly but when his art-form started it was regarded as a menace and an eye-sight. How times have changed. Interestingly it is only just beginning to emerge in Cambodia.
“If I am working-class and I have a problem, I get a Social Worker. If I am middle-class, I become a Social Worker!”
Here for fellow aficionados are two images collected from Northumberland bogs.
Very good indeed!
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