I neglected to mention above the rather delightful public toilets at the old Bugis Street in Singapore (the one demolished in a 1980s redevelopment). As I recall there were two blocks (well, two men's at least, cannot recall the women's facilities), at least one of them flat-roofed. I never had to use the coughnal
(thank goodness), but using the urinal (we tried desperately to avoid it, but when you're drinking beer...) involved sloshing our way across a floor about an inch deep in pi55 to the place you were supposed to empty into! Yecch!
I mentioned the flat roof because, although I never actually bore witness to it, a popular pastime among visiting sailors (primarily Oz and Kiwi) was to get very pi55ed and ascend to the roof of the dunny block, strip, have rolled up newspapers shoved up their dates by a mate, and set fire to...known as The Dance of the Flaming @#$%hole (where have all the old traditions gone
).
In the US earlier this year, in the apparently very wealthy and beautiful seaside town of Sausalito, I had to go (sit down). It seemed the regular public conveniences were undergoing some sort of maintenance and temporary flushless facilities were in place. Just a hole in a box, with everybody's business and paper staring back up at you. I did not dally!