I went to the Philippines on a mission trip a couple years ago. The group shares the Gospel with men and women in jails and prisons. The overcrowding is incredible and the sanitary conditions are worse than Uncle Phil's outhouse. Anyway, on mission trips, it isn't uncommon for me to get my digestive tract out of sync.
Anyway, we went to this large prison. I forgot my TP in the room, and collected whatever the others had which wasn't much at all. I found the toilet. An outhouse would've been preferrable. There was a toilet. No seat. No running water. That toilet was used by hundreds of men...and never cleaned. Anyway, I used it and used some water from a bucket to flush it.
Right after I finished, my friend Mark also had to desperately use the toilet. This time, there was no TP. Just a left hand. And that bucket of water.