Ode to a Hooker Shower

The smell in the van deserves it's own post. There are 5 Canadians living in a confined space and it's starting to get its own brand. It's gross to admit that we've embraced our inner filthy backpacker. None of us have showered in 4 days since we checked out of Lane Cove Campground in Sydney. That's literally the longest I've EVER gone without bathing. We had planned on setting up our camp shower last night but if was pouring rain so we drank wine instead. Luckily, we have these nifty wipes that unlike baby wipes, kill 99.9% of bacteria and are designed for your body so we've been staying ontop of our bits and places so it's not as bad as it potentially could be. That being said, it smells like feet, ass, and damp hippie clothing wet from the constant rain, and the gingers awful egg farts...to top it off Tracie is lactose and gluten intolerant and our diet has consisted of exactly that.

Hungry yet?

~F