yep. I think my most memorable toilet visits were during summer field work on Spitsbergen.

We dug a little hole 200 m away from our tent camp (well, scrabbled aside as much as we could before we hit permafrost) and erected a small dry-stone wall around. Our toilet seat was very civilized, thin plywood with a layer of cork nailed on

So you'd grab the toilet paper, the matchbox to burn all dry bits up with afterwards, a rifle, and go sit gazing down towards the ice-berg laden fjord for a couple of minutes, which also was the direction any curious polar bears would come strolling from.

Frequently checking across your shoulder in case they didn't...

And no, we never saw any.