As a young boy, I lived in Japan. This was in the mid-1950’s, really just after the end of the war and japans was coming out of its feudal system. The countryside was very traditional. I can still picture the common practice of toileting in the ditches on the side of the road. Grandma squatted, everyone had no problem relieving themselves publicly there, exposing themselves, as we drove past in our big Buick. The waste of all was kept in large “honeybuckets” and simmered into fertilizer, if not kept left on the side of the road, in a ditch. I don’t remember the defecating and urine a problem in the towns and countryside, which was mostly cultivated and nature was only in the mountains and hillsides. That unique smell of those honeybuckets are etched into my mind to this day, as the distinctive bouquets (yeck) permeated the entire breadth and breath of the countryside. I suppose that the locals grew up with it, but, dang….
I remember in Bolivia a woman in a billowing multi-pettycoat skirt seemingly just sitting/squatting in the market in the gutter, minding her own business. Then I saw the stream of fluid running out from under and down hill.
The people of the country have had no compunction for centuries all over the world. Don’t see any reason to drop this very practical practice in the less populated parts of our world. It suddenly, in the recent past, became a social folly and sometimes a crime, which relative to millennia of humanity and those perspectives is just silly and peculiar.
They’ll look the other way. If you are bothered and have concern for others stepping into it in their boots or bare feet, I suggest turning away or finding a concealing bush to get behind. Burying the smell, perhaps. I’m usually alone on the trail, or with only one or two more that I know, anyway.
Urine has acid and my little dog killed a few of his favorite stations that were made up of a plant.