by FERENC IVANICS
It’s really hot, sweltering, humid hot. Our backpacks are heavy. We sweat like pigs. The dirt and the dust stick to our clothes, we have to wash. OK, we bought some pink washing soap, collected a few gallons of clean water in our plastic bottles and found a good place to wash... on the side of a road. In this situation that was the best we could get.
We put on a really good show for locals, a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Coaches stopped by to give enough time for passengers to catch a glimpse of our activity: white men with beards washing white socks...
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