Turkey Day Top Ten

7. I am grateful for indoor plumbing.


This is something I didn't even think about not having until I got into the wonderful land of Honduras. People--it was bad. Real bad.

Area 1: The disgusting outhouse. On the weekends it was extra scary. I would have to go outside in the middle of the night to use the bathroom with (excuse my honesty--really bad diarrhea from being a newby to the food/country/everything) and there would be huge, parties going on in the place next door with drunk people everywhere yelling profanities.

And no I am not really going in this picture you sickos...

Here's our lovely upgrade. The sink didn't have water even attached to it, and the toilet didn't really flush. We had to fill a pila full of water and forcefully splash it into the toilet bowl to get the contents to go down with the water. This is also where we showered. We stood there in the freezing cold and put water over our heads with the pila, lathered up and rinsed off. It was tight quarters to say the least. I had to laugh that they put in the toilet and sink even though they didn't function. I suppose it IS more aeshetically pleasing than the outhouse. And we could go indoors.

This is a dear friend Carlos. He is in his back yard digging an outhouse because the one they had been using was full.

I'd just like to add: running water along with this.