And once more, here is Enrico, reporting from Bor, South Sudan:
Those that come from relatively developed countries have forgotten the very bare necessities of a human being. One of those is a proper toilet with a flush. I always loved camping, but camping for a living, and especially in a non-tourist place has never been my dream. The best you can find as a humanitarian worker in most places in South Sudan is a tent (the lucky ones have the type where you can simply walk in without having to crawl after a long and tiring day) and a pit-latrine. What’s wrong with a tent and a pit latrine? Nothing, if it wasn’t for some small details.
According to Murphy’s laws, your tent always ends up being at a good 20 metres from the latrine, distance that can reach a hundred metres depending on Murphy’s degree of concentration. At night, once you’ve decided that you cannot hold it anymore, you start summoning all your energies and courage to overcome the many obstacles that separate you from the latrine. You often wonder whether it wouldn’t be less painful to simply forget about it and have a good shower the next morning.
At this point, the inexperienced, the optimistic and the careless might think that all their troubles are over (or at least, 50% over since the return journey is still awaiting them). The rest, though, know that the worst fear is yet to come: the encounter with the hole! You start wondering whether some disgusting slithery creature might have chosen that unusual place as its den. In those moments, you are still tempted to go back to your tent with your business unfinished. However, after a few seconds of realism and the pressure from your bowls, you decide to lower your trousers and get it over with.
Every night, the average humanitarian worker over here, in South Sudan, dreams of his or her own toilet where they can read the Sunday Times undisturbed!