When Everyone Smells Like A Wet Dog

Just in case everyone thinks I am being driven around in the lap of luxury…Or, if anyone needs to feel good about sitting at a cosy, temperature controlled desk…

Four days ago it was so, so hot. We spent hours and hours in the truck and even came up with a new song, “I can feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes, the SWEAT is all around us, and so the feeling grows…” (“Feeling” later changed to “mildew” to adequately express the stickiness)

Then we danced (possibly a rain dance) and it started to rain, and rain and rain and so far it hasn’t stopped for 15 mins in about 72 hours.

Right now the inside of the truck is so wet (parts of the roof leak: I spent a good part of yesterday sitting on a wet seat that alternated between being steamy and being pure wet) it smells like a wet dog is wearing a wet wool sweater. Much like a subway car that is a bit off, if you sit in it for a while your nose adjusts to the stew of 15 humans who haven’t done laundry in a while.

Thankfully we are currently staying at a fancy place with fancy amounts of hot water and lovely bath tubs. 

Tomorrow we head to Durban….

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