Oh the places you’ll go. Part 2

So you’ve seen what the toilets are like in Malaysia, so now here are what some toilets are like in PNG.  Thanks once again Dan for some of the pictures.

It’s called a liklik haus (little house = toilet).  When I was in POC they told me that I was going to live in a liklik haus (little house = living quarters) by the beach, I was worried that it was going to be a liklik haus but they assured me that it was just a liklik haus.

Just a small leaf house with an open entrance.


A hole in the ground is all you really need.


This may look like its on solid ground but looks can be deceiving, it’s actually built over the break in a cliff.  It’s a sea toilet with its own tidal flushing system.

Don’t fall in!

Oh the places you’ll go. Part 1

Here is a little different perspective on Malaysia.  These are referred to as squatty potties and are seen as much cleaner than sitting toilets in some places.  All I have to say is that they are way nicer then a dirt hole in the ground.

The spray bidet is also full of surprises.  Almost every toilet in Malaysia has one.  I think America is really missing out.

Oh the places you’ll go.

Liklik Haus

So I have received a couple questions regarding my toilet facilities in PNG.  For the most part I do have access to modern flush toilets (when there is sufficient water to flush them of course) but in the villages we use a liklik haus (outhouse).  This is a picture of my village liklik haus in Karem.  It was located in some prime real estate between my house and the beach.  And I must say it was quite fancy- the door had a lock so that I had exclusive use and the walls didn’t quite reach the roof so I was able to watch the beautiful sunrise each morning.  I count myself blessed.


Back from Village Living

This is the view that I enjoyed while on my way to the outhouse every morning.  I have just spent 5 weeks living 50 yards from the beach- I was cared for by an amazing extended family who welcomed me into their lives with open arms. I fell asleep to the sound of crashing waves and awoke to roosters and crashing waves.  I washed clothes, dishes and myself in the river leading up to the ocean and cooked and ate with my family daily.  I have eaten plenty of food straight from their gardens and planted banana trees with them.  I also enjoyed many nights and days of sitting around and telling stories.  I feel very blessed to have been living with a family who openly professed belief in Christ Jesus and spent evenings worshiping with them and watched as they lived their Christian faith in a context so very different from my own.  There are many more stories to tell but for now just know that I am happy and healthy and loving the people here in PNG.