Murderously hot in the summer. So you drink lots of tea. What you don’t sweat out, you eliminate by other means. At a wayside bus stop, I asked for the toilet and was shown to a hillside about 10 feet away. At the edge was a low (1 foot) high mud wall, surrounding a hole in the ground, on three sides. The fourth side, with a beautiful view into the valley below, was kindly left not done. The pleasures of the locally made shirts became apparent as I squatted there (I’m female) – the long front and back panels of the shirt were perfect “covering”. However, the view of the valley included a view of all the men standing on the slope, facing downhill, all peeing in gentle arcs. As they finished, they turned around, saw me and ever so politely changed their direction uphill away from me. So I had a nice view, relative privacy and ever so gentlemanly co-pee-ers.