Buckets and bathing !

I have decided there's no putting off my shower / bath. It's not that I am against it, just that there's no bath and no shower ! Just a washroom with a hole in the wall at floor level for the water to empty out of ...

I start with my wash bag hanging on a nail. Removing my soap and sponge I dip them in the cold water and soap up. It's not so bad with the sponge, in fact the vigourous rubbing all over and down my legs to my feet I actually feel ok.
I balance one foot on my slipper and wash the other foot. Then with aforementioned flip flop I then repeat the process all over again with the other foot. But bearing in mind my first foot is slipping about inside the wet flip flop and the flip flop itself on the wet floor has decided it wants to go off and explore another part of the washroom from where I am standing ! All in all I decide to cut my losses and stand squarely on both feet. It's just tough if one foot gets dirty again, I can always towel it off. There was method in my madness when I purchased black towels. Whilst maintaining an air of sophistication to the checkout girl that quite obviously, I am a stylish woman about town. If only she knew!

The large, black bucket that has to be filled daily from outside,

by carrying buckets of water upstairs and emptying them into it.

We each take our share from this one.

Back to my bath, or bucket wash I should say ... I am finally ready and the remaining water (bar a few inches in the bottom of the bucket) allocated to me is tipped up and plunges me into a frenzy of shivering, to rinse away those soapy suds. I can only hope that it rinses in all those nooks and crannies. Dripping wet I wash my undies and hang them to dry with everyone elses on the nylon rope strung across the walls. I make sure they are hanging securely, I don't feel like fetching more water from the reservoir in the compound. I turn the buckets upside down to dry out after use.
This done I retrieve my towel off the nail and dry off. Putting my nightdress back on I make my way to the room to dress, kicking off the slippery flip flops the lino on the floor is nice and cool to my bare feet and clean to walk on.

But by the time I reach the room I want to go back and have another wash. A sheen of sweat covers my body already. I towel off again ignoring it and dress. Now I am like a wet lettuce leaf. I can't move, the heat (around 38-40 degrees centigrade) and humidity are stifling me and it's all I can do to lie down.

I start to type my diary on my phone, but before long sleep has claimed me - I blame the travelling and the heat of course !