When I first arrived in Aus one thing I was quite aghast at was the sanitary arrangements once you got out in the bush. It's changed a lot these days. However I'm wondering how many people here have come across the proverbial country "Dunny" complete with tin to catch the errmm offerings. My wife's youngest brother had a house with these "Amenities" I helped him empty it once after a very long weekend..... never again.

Beyond that there were/still are the council run drop toilets out in bush places where you only have to follow your nose to find the dunny. I hate using these things. I'm not sure what the difference is between a composting toilet and a drop toilet is.... are they the same thing ?

Finally on my mates Euroa country block has actually built his own sewage treatment system servicing two toilets on his 50 acre block ....3 pits connected and surrounded by water plants with the final dam being used to irrigate his vegetables.... all off this cleverly fed by his clever but illegal access to the drainage ditch along the side of the road at the top of his property.... It's amazing what you can do when you own a full size bulldozer.

We had an outside independant standing properly connected sewer toilet at our place here in Coburg.... one of the biggest mistakes of my life was pulling that down....should have modernised it and added a shower facility....but you live and you learn.

Anyone else got any "Dunny" stories..... I never copped the redback under the seat.

This really belongs on the "Life in the bush" thread, but never mind. On our sheep-run out on the Darling Downs, our crapping-place was a pit-toilet. A hole twenty feet or so deep, with a little all-weather wooden dunny over the top. When the hole was getting close to full (Lysol to disguise the stench...) a new hole was dug, the old one was filled up with dirt, and the dunny moved appropriately.

Our night-time pissing-place was Mum's jasmine vine just off the porch - or her flower-garden, in the daytime.

LOL - an inside flush loo was one of my total non-negotiables when DH was hankering after a self sufficient life in the bush! We looked at a few properties back then and when we got to the one with the composting loo I put my foot down. Heck, most of my childhood we had an outside loo over a drop - not again and certainly not in my dotage!

My son bought a 60-acre plot of mostly trees (we call it "the ranch") on the side of a hill in in Norway, with a classic pit-dunny - so it's not just an Aussie thing! His mother reckons she's too old for that, and she'll stay at the camping ground down on the flat next time we visit. I don't blame her, really - although I'd rather use the dunny than an inside camp-toilet.