September 26, 2001 – Aboard the Trans Mongolian Railway

By the morning the toilets were so filthy that there really isn't any way to describe them. The washrooms were locked up about half an hour before we arrived at a stop, since they really were only a hole which 'flushed' onto the railroad below. Their cleanliness depended on how meticulously our train car's hostess/water boiler/maid/watchman took her responsibilities.