It seems like 20 years ago in South Korea, they had male and female bathrooms. I remember a men's bathroom with urinals too close together at a bus stop, and it seems like the Lotteria hamburger place in the town I was in had a unisex bathroom with all stalls down to the floor and no urinals. I haven't been all over China, but in China, I saw men's and women's rest rooms.In both scenarios they had squat toilets, not just a hole in the ground, but a porcelin thing that one can squat over. It seems like the ones in those countries had flushers. In Indonesia, squat toilets may or may not have a flush handle, but they would have a spigot and bucket. Typically, in Indonesia, there is a dipper in the bucket. You flush with the water from the dipper. They also use the water instead of toilet paper.Koreans and Chinese take their own little packets of Kleenex. They use a trash can instead of flushing the paper down. Toilets in China that I have seen were cleaner than in a lot of Chinese restaurants in the US, which have a bit of a 70's gas station feel to them. But if any paper gets in the trash can, the bathroom stinks and so does the bathroom outside. South Korea had the same problem, but their bathrooms had a bit more of a kimchi smell to them when this happened, if you asked me.Indonesia is really good about there being soap in the bathroom. The Chinese I asked about their bathrooms said they took tissue with them, but not soap. They used used water. Indonesians don't usually carry tissue and they eat with their hands, so there is almost always soap in the bathroom. They also have sinks in restaurants outside of the bathroom to wash your hands before you eat in Indonesia, even McDonald's. I suppose you could say that is a positive thing about Islam. Islamic cultures are very much focused on cleanliness, bathing, and handwashing. Some Indonesians think Americans are dirty if they only bathe once a day.Fortunately, I don't recall going to the restroom at Yoido Full Gospel. Maybe I did. I went there twice in the 1990's. I also preached there for a few seconds and took a picture in the pulpit, but no one was listening except my wife. No one else was there. It was a weekday, late in the afternoon. I'd have thought they'd have kept that place busy all the time