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Chan'ad Bahraini

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The Boghole

Friday, February 25, 2005

For those of you readers who aren't from the Middle East or Asia, here is a chance to learn about one of the most private aspects of our lives in this part of the world. At the end of one of Muscati's recent posts he has included a photo of a toilet cubicle of a newly remodeled building that he visited in Muscat. But there is no commode in sight... just a hole in the ground: "the Boghole", as coined by Bahrania:

hole in the ground

To learn a bit more about this contraption read the comments section of Muscati's post. It's such a fascinating topic, I encourage others with experience to leave a comment there also with their insight. (According to DIB, its real name is a "Turkish toilet").

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5 Responses to 'The Boghole'


Blogger Abdusalaam says:

HaHa! Sometimes you come up with the funniest things to talk about.

Since we're on the topic, I personally prefer the toilet seat over the turkish one. It takes away the stress off your feet. And among other reasons to why I prefer a commode over a turkish would be the difficulty one faces in trying to read the paper on a turksih seat. It gets just way too messy for me.

Ah, sweet memories. LOL!    

Blogger Desert Island Boy says:

Gee Chan'ad, coming down to the level of potty humor, eh?

And of course, what would a good blog discussion be without an irreverant political statement?There's also speculation that it could be known as a French Toilet, but I have yet to confirm. I don't recall seeing any in France.

And they make very poor reading venues considering that sitting on your haunches for more than ten minutes is quite the experience    

Blogger Ayman says:

No! We have this in Syria and we call it an ARABIC Toilet (while the commode is called an 'Ifranji' toilet). After the Turkish bath and the Turkish coffee, this is another "great" Arab "invention" the Turks are claiming for themselves! :-P    

Blogger Chrisamillion says:
2/27/2005 10:21:00 am

here's a little anicdote RE Arabic toilets:

I was in the cinema when I felt the call of nature (no. 1). It was a thursday night at Seef so the toilets were very very busy. I decided after poking my head in the door that I would be better off trying another bathroom. but each time i tried a new place they were packed!

The funny part is that all I needed to do was poke my head around the wall and see that all the urinals were free...because if your wearing a thobe...you can't stand up!    

Anonymous Owen Beith says:
3/01/2005 05:06:00 pm

Forty years ago this was the boundary line where the great clash between the British and French cultures was located. On taking our first steps across the Channel into the world of abroad we innocent Britons were suddenly confronted by this gymnastic challenge. How on earth could anyone hope to read their newspaper?

But the world has grown wider. In the north of China my brother found himself in a structure which provided no access whatosoever to the nether world. The motto on Christopher Wren's memorial in Saint Paul's Cathedral might have done equal service here: "Si monumentum, requiris, circumspice".

Life's a beach as they say, and we but flotsam and jetsam on the tide.    

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