Where's the shoehorn?

I awoke to Tim marveling at his giant turd that wouldn't flush down the toilet... he was still going on about properly disposing of it by mashing it down the drain. Strangely, the shower room had about 4 drains that look like potato mashers... evidence for his theory. He dreamed up this crazy plan for fear of having to deal with more Indian people. India had already defeated him.

Unlike Japan, there was no shoehorn to break apart the loch ness monster. After repeated flushes, some progress was made. And finally, it was defeated.

The victim can be seen in the background.
(Photo by Tim Hahn - Reuters)

Response:
Sadly it seems the diet in India is one that causes everyone's bowel movements to be one of liquid...since we did not encounter a single toilet in our travels (if there was a toilet at all and not just a hole with two foot pegs to help you squat over), that could take solid waste. So that first night in the hotel had a western style toilet with very little flow. Now granted, most of the places we stayed in were not 4 star hotels...or even 2 stars for that matter...but after 20+ hours of plane flights and layovers, with the airlines stuffing me with food to keep me from losing my mind during long plane flights...well...i had to poo...badly. So that night I did my business, and went to bed feeling defeated as who ever had to clean our room the next day was going to get an extra surprise...But anyway, we later learned that the drains in the floor was for the water to wash your hands after the fact, since a majority of Indian people don't use toilet paper...it didnt click right away since there was a sink, so why not just wash your hands there?...I guess they were trying to cover all their ethnic bases. Anyway, after letting the 'lochness monster' roam freely for the night (as hahn put it so eloquently), and soften up, it flushed down right away...so at least that morning started off well, and India, after starting off 2-0 against Tim & Tim (one for getting ripped off by the cabbi and the hotel, and one for rejecting our waste), was neutralized to just 1-0. Awesome.

(As far as speaking of shoe horns, if you don't know the whole story from Tokyo, it was pretty much the same situation as here, except i used a shoe horn to tame that monster and send it back to hell from whence it came...hahn that bastard wouldnt stop laughing, so i put a real smile on his face by poking him with the very same shoe horn, causing him to almost jump through the ceiling of the hotel...luckily for him im not a complete wanker, and made sure the shoe horn was clean before i went after him, although he did not know it at the time...needless to say his smile turned into a diatribe of profanities hurled in my direction...you think hahn would be used to disgusting things since japan is the land of crazy/bizarre/disgusting porn, and not to mention he dates a japanese chick...hahha, just kidding hiyo, youre cool...anyway, the look on his face was priceless, and now that i think about it, i should have never washed off that shoe horn. This remains one of my most favorite travel stories)