Mood status: Amazonian
Location: Bus en route to Maoun, Zambia
I need to blog about dirt.
For those who know me well, I’m probably what you would call a clean
freak but the bodily kind. I don’t mind general dust and dirt on things but
just not on my body. And a very small part of me going on this one-month
camping odyssey around Africa was to cure this crippling disease that prevents
me from enjoying many wonderful things in life. I can hear my uni girls
laughing even all the way from Africa, ‘cause you girls know what I’m talking
about!
Well.. I. Am. Filthy!
My fingernails are never clean. My feet are dirtier than some of the
soles of my shoes back in Australia. There is a beehive in my hair. I haven’t
even shaved my legs since I’ve gotten here. And now before you all judge,
everyone is equally as festy, if not worse (some have been on tour for 3 weeks
already). I have to admit, I still take 2 showers a day and so I do manage to
regain some hygiene, but I get paid out about it so much. One of the girls even
yelled out to me, “going for your 3rd shower Catherine?”, when I was
heading to the toilet to pee.
In all fairness, a shower here so far has been like standing under a
broken drainpipe. You don’t ever really
get clean.
But you know what? In a weird kind of way, I think I have embraced the
dirt, and could it be, that I am cure?
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