Laundry day - maybe tomorrow

We were notified that laundry facilities would be available in the hostel, but that students rarely use them. I assumed everyone was too lazy to do it, or it was in a dangerous, secluded area. Ahhhh no – there is a room with large sinks. Finishing the laundry cycle at home with all modern conveniences rarely happens!
I decided to give it a go, though; a very humbling experience. I tried to watch the young man next to me to figure it out, but he caught me looking when he was washing his underwear.
Damn foreigners. (that would be me)
After letting them dry in the sun (while I napped from exhaustion), I brought them in and put them back in my dirty clothes bucket. My clothes were streaked with yellow soap from not fully rinsing, and I should’ve thought to wipe off the rack before laying my ‘clean’ clothes on it. The streaks of dirt kind of counteract my toil.

{Exasperated sigh}

I’ll master this way of life – after I figure out how to get to the beach!