Now there is a concrete blockhouse for the Chinese liason officers, and three disgusting latrines. They consist of rectangular holes in a concrete floor, with a revolting collecting tank open below. Inevitably a Tibetan gale blasts upwards through the hole and the whole experience is horrific. Many of the locals just defecate around these buildings and the sharp stench of human faeces is everywhere. What used to be a lovely spot, the first piece of grass you could sit on when coming down from the mountain, is now a dusty turd-splattered eyesore.
People just destroy what they come to see.
Our expedition's system should work, as our barrels are decanted into the tanks and the resulting effluvia is used on the fields down the valley. We got a ladder and balanced the barrel on it and walked over the hill to a latrine. He has just had a shower, and looks like a glam-rock lead singer. He and I look down into the horror that is in the tank. Thank God, he would have taken weeks to clean up.