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35 Answering 
Nature’s Calls 
In the many travel trips both locally and abroad we have 
made, we have encountered many interesting situations 
during the moments of answering nature’s calls. In many 
places of visits in Malaysia the conditions of toilets or 
washrooms leave much to be desired. I remember there were 
times when the ladies in our tour groups had to wait in a long 
queue because of insufficient toilets. Some went into the 
Gents’ when they saw that there wasn’t any man at the 
urinals. (In most of our tours, ladies outnumber the men.) 
The toilet facilities in the various countries of Europe we 
visited in the 1990s were even then excellent. In Germany, 
the washrooms were ‘clinically’ clean with soothing piped 
music played over good sound speakers. One could actually 
enjoy some shacks or tidbits in the washrooms! There were 
high-tech sensor gadgets that controlled the taps at the 
basins. On one occasion I was a bit lost in figuring out how 
to turn on the tap at the basin. I looked for the buttons all 
over but could not find them. Thinking the tap worked on a 
light sensor method, I placed my hands under the tap outlet 
but nothing happened. Then I noticed a user nearby doing 
some tapping motion with one of his feet on the floor 
directly beneath the basin. Only then did I realize that the tap 
control button was affixed on the floor! 
When we visited some places in China in the late 1990s, I 
found that some of the toilets especially those in the rural 
areas were really deplorable. There was this tourist place 
near Chengde that had ‘shocking’ toilets and they were
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limited in number. I had to answer nature’s call and so I had 
no choice but to visit one of these toilets. It was still using 
the bucket type of system and the maintenance was horrible. 
When I opened the toilet door, the stench was terrible and I 
noticed the bucket was overflowing. I even spotted some 
maggots crawling all over. 
Talking about toilet experiences, the most unforgettable ones 
we ever had were in Nepal and India when a group of us 
went for a 15-Day pilgrimage in Nepal and northern India at 
the end of 1996. There were a number of internal trips by 
road where distances between places were long and took 
many hours of travel on the bus. Most of the journeys were 
through the rural areas of north India and there were no 
public toilets along the way. Answering nature’s calls had to 
be done the natural way … behind trees, shrubs, bushes, tall 
grasses or whatever spot you liked in the greenery of the 
countryside! We had all been briefed earlier before the tour 
and so nearly all the ladies came well-prepared with their 
‘shielding’ items like umbrellas, sarongs, and some 
improvised screens. By virtue of our anatomy, we men were 
more lucky…it was easier to do our ‘small business’! It 
would involve just standing against a tree and that was it! 
There was a journey by bus (I think it was from Bodhgaya to 
Varanasi) covering a distance of almost 250 km over very 
poor road conditions. We were told that the journey would 
take perhaps more than 9 hours because of the trying road 
conditions and the traffic congestion at various points where 
the roads were real bad and narrow. I think it was about 2 
hours before reaching our destination when many of us had 
to answer the call of nature. I could hear some ladies 
shouting to the bus driver, “Stop! Stop!” One or two uttered 
loudly, “Cannot ‘tahan’ (meaning ‘stand it’) anymore! 
Bladder bursting already!” Unfortunately the bus could not
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stop. The tourist guide pointed out the traffic congestion. 
Moreover there was no suitable greenery with trees and 
bushes around. One lady shouted in reply, “Never mind lah! 
Let people see lah!” She had so many laughing. “You’d 
better stop laughing,” I warned them. “Otherwise the floor 
may get wet and we have to mop!” More laughed. Imagine 
the relief when we reached our destination. I had never seen 
such a mad rush to the toilets! 
There was another occasion when I personally had a most 
embarrassing experience. We were on the bus traveling from 
Kathmandu and heading towards Lumbini at the border 
between Nepal and India. At one stage when it was past 7 
pm and the area was already quite dark when many of us 
requested the driver to stop for ‘Nature’s Call’. The bus 
stopped by the road side and the tour members went 
searching around for their ‘favorite spots’ to do their’ 
business’. I walked a little distance way up the hilly road to a 
spot near a bend of the road. There was nobody or any 
vehicle around. So I stood at the roadside and unzipped my 
trousers ready to relieve myself. Horror of horrors! Just as I 
was half-way through my ‘business’, a lorry came round the 
band. Its headlights shone right at me directed at my 
‘unmentionable’ parts. How embarrassing! I closed my eyes 
and let the lorry pass to end the ordeal! Upon finishing my 
‘business’ I went back to our bus. When I narrated my 
embarrassing moments, the whole bus shook with laughter! 
One of the most unforgettable incidents with regard to 
answering nature’s calls in India involved one of my good 
friends, a lady in her fifties whom I shall just refer to as 
Jenny. Jenny, a very pleasant and jovial lady would entertain 
us with her many spontaneous jokes in Hokkien and English. 
She was of good health still active in a lot of voluntary 
welfare and other outreach work.
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On one of the long journeys between 2 places in our 
pilgrimage trail, Jenny had a stomachache after about 3 
hours of travel. The bus was going along the countryside of 
northern India. Suddenly Jenny shouted to the driver, “Please 
stop. I have a terrible stomach upset. I need to go to the toilet 
now.” Everybody in the bus was a bit concerned for Jenny 
and her impending diarrhea. Fortunately the bus could stop 
quick enough by the roadside flanked on both sides by trees, 
bushes and undergrowth. Jenny made a quick dash down the 
bus to get to one of the bushes to do her ‘business’. “Hey 
Jenny!” someone shouted at her. “Did you bring with you an 
umbrella or a sarong?” “No need lah!” Jenny shouted back. 
(It was only for the first few days that the bashful ladies 
‘armed’ themselves with umbrellas or sarongs every time 
they wanted to ease themselves behind the trees and bushes. 
By the 4th day of our pilgrimage the ladies had become 
‘bold’ and had got rid of their shyness. They did not use a 
sarong or an umbrella to shield themselves anymore!) 
About 10 minutes or so after Jenny had finished clearing her 
bowels, she started to walk back to the bus. Someone upon 
seeing her shouted excitedly, “Jenny, your feet are covered 
with shit!” In her rush to pass motion, Jenny had 
unmindfully stepped on some fresh human feces and the 
stool covered parts of her feet. “Don’t get into the bus,” one 
lady said loudly. “We will all suffer!” So many broke into a 
big laugh. Poor Jenny! She was so embarrassed. A group of 
us helped her clean her slippers and feet with lots of tissue 
paper and bottles of water. Only when her slippers and feet 
were ‘certified’ to be clean was she allowed back into the 
bus to continue the journey. 
Reflection
160 
* The environment around us and the circumstances 
prevailing are such we will at times encounter trying or 
tough times. 
* How much we suffer in facing adverse conditions depends 
on our mind states, our attitude and the way we see things. 
If we react negatively out of habit or conditioning, our 
physical and mental suffering will be greater. 
* If we can accept or embrace negative things and trying 
situations more positively, we can be more peaceful and 
calm in our minds. Then the challenges or problems can be 
better resolved. 
* May we train our minds so that they become more calm, 
patient and understanding. With this stronger and more firm 
mind, then we can definitely handle problematic situations 
more wisely and effectively.

Answering Nature's Calls - Extract from "School Stories * Travel Tales"

  • 1.
    156 35 Answering Nature’s Calls In the many travel trips both locally and abroad we have made, we have encountered many interesting situations during the moments of answering nature’s calls. In many places of visits in Malaysia the conditions of toilets or washrooms leave much to be desired. I remember there were times when the ladies in our tour groups had to wait in a long queue because of insufficient toilets. Some went into the Gents’ when they saw that there wasn’t any man at the urinals. (In most of our tours, ladies outnumber the men.) The toilet facilities in the various countries of Europe we visited in the 1990s were even then excellent. In Germany, the washrooms were ‘clinically’ clean with soothing piped music played over good sound speakers. One could actually enjoy some shacks or tidbits in the washrooms! There were high-tech sensor gadgets that controlled the taps at the basins. On one occasion I was a bit lost in figuring out how to turn on the tap at the basin. I looked for the buttons all over but could not find them. Thinking the tap worked on a light sensor method, I placed my hands under the tap outlet but nothing happened. Then I noticed a user nearby doing some tapping motion with one of his feet on the floor directly beneath the basin. Only then did I realize that the tap control button was affixed on the floor! When we visited some places in China in the late 1990s, I found that some of the toilets especially those in the rural areas were really deplorable. There was this tourist place near Chengde that had ‘shocking’ toilets and they were
  • 2.
    157 limited innumber. I had to answer nature’s call and so I had no choice but to visit one of these toilets. It was still using the bucket type of system and the maintenance was horrible. When I opened the toilet door, the stench was terrible and I noticed the bucket was overflowing. I even spotted some maggots crawling all over. Talking about toilet experiences, the most unforgettable ones we ever had were in Nepal and India when a group of us went for a 15-Day pilgrimage in Nepal and northern India at the end of 1996. There were a number of internal trips by road where distances between places were long and took many hours of travel on the bus. Most of the journeys were through the rural areas of north India and there were no public toilets along the way. Answering nature’s calls had to be done the natural way … behind trees, shrubs, bushes, tall grasses or whatever spot you liked in the greenery of the countryside! We had all been briefed earlier before the tour and so nearly all the ladies came well-prepared with their ‘shielding’ items like umbrellas, sarongs, and some improvised screens. By virtue of our anatomy, we men were more lucky…it was easier to do our ‘small business’! It would involve just standing against a tree and that was it! There was a journey by bus (I think it was from Bodhgaya to Varanasi) covering a distance of almost 250 km over very poor road conditions. We were told that the journey would take perhaps more than 9 hours because of the trying road conditions and the traffic congestion at various points where the roads were real bad and narrow. I think it was about 2 hours before reaching our destination when many of us had to answer the call of nature. I could hear some ladies shouting to the bus driver, “Stop! Stop!” One or two uttered loudly, “Cannot ‘tahan’ (meaning ‘stand it’) anymore! Bladder bursting already!” Unfortunately the bus could not
  • 3.
    158 stop. Thetourist guide pointed out the traffic congestion. Moreover there was no suitable greenery with trees and bushes around. One lady shouted in reply, “Never mind lah! Let people see lah!” She had so many laughing. “You’d better stop laughing,” I warned them. “Otherwise the floor may get wet and we have to mop!” More laughed. Imagine the relief when we reached our destination. I had never seen such a mad rush to the toilets! There was another occasion when I personally had a most embarrassing experience. We were on the bus traveling from Kathmandu and heading towards Lumbini at the border between Nepal and India. At one stage when it was past 7 pm and the area was already quite dark when many of us requested the driver to stop for ‘Nature’s Call’. The bus stopped by the road side and the tour members went searching around for their ‘favorite spots’ to do their’ business’. I walked a little distance way up the hilly road to a spot near a bend of the road. There was nobody or any vehicle around. So I stood at the roadside and unzipped my trousers ready to relieve myself. Horror of horrors! Just as I was half-way through my ‘business’, a lorry came round the band. Its headlights shone right at me directed at my ‘unmentionable’ parts. How embarrassing! I closed my eyes and let the lorry pass to end the ordeal! Upon finishing my ‘business’ I went back to our bus. When I narrated my embarrassing moments, the whole bus shook with laughter! One of the most unforgettable incidents with regard to answering nature’s calls in India involved one of my good friends, a lady in her fifties whom I shall just refer to as Jenny. Jenny, a very pleasant and jovial lady would entertain us with her many spontaneous jokes in Hokkien and English. She was of good health still active in a lot of voluntary welfare and other outreach work.
  • 4.
    159 On oneof the long journeys between 2 places in our pilgrimage trail, Jenny had a stomachache after about 3 hours of travel. The bus was going along the countryside of northern India. Suddenly Jenny shouted to the driver, “Please stop. I have a terrible stomach upset. I need to go to the toilet now.” Everybody in the bus was a bit concerned for Jenny and her impending diarrhea. Fortunately the bus could stop quick enough by the roadside flanked on both sides by trees, bushes and undergrowth. Jenny made a quick dash down the bus to get to one of the bushes to do her ‘business’. “Hey Jenny!” someone shouted at her. “Did you bring with you an umbrella or a sarong?” “No need lah!” Jenny shouted back. (It was only for the first few days that the bashful ladies ‘armed’ themselves with umbrellas or sarongs every time they wanted to ease themselves behind the trees and bushes. By the 4th day of our pilgrimage the ladies had become ‘bold’ and had got rid of their shyness. They did not use a sarong or an umbrella to shield themselves anymore!) About 10 minutes or so after Jenny had finished clearing her bowels, she started to walk back to the bus. Someone upon seeing her shouted excitedly, “Jenny, your feet are covered with shit!” In her rush to pass motion, Jenny had unmindfully stepped on some fresh human feces and the stool covered parts of her feet. “Don’t get into the bus,” one lady said loudly. “We will all suffer!” So many broke into a big laugh. Poor Jenny! She was so embarrassed. A group of us helped her clean her slippers and feet with lots of tissue paper and bottles of water. Only when her slippers and feet were ‘certified’ to be clean was she allowed back into the bus to continue the journey. Reflection
  • 5.
    160 * Theenvironment around us and the circumstances prevailing are such we will at times encounter trying or tough times. * How much we suffer in facing adverse conditions depends on our mind states, our attitude and the way we see things. If we react negatively out of habit or conditioning, our physical and mental suffering will be greater. * If we can accept or embrace negative things and trying situations more positively, we can be more peaceful and calm in our minds. Then the challenges or problems can be better resolved. * May we train our minds so that they become more calm, patient and understanding. With this stronger and more firm mind, then we can definitely handle problematic situations more wisely and effectively.