7th April 2009 - Colola, Mexico
I wandered around the campsite and found the “shower.” Well, I wouldn’t really call it a shower, possibly the greatest attempt of a creation by the Mexicans to resemble a washing station.
It was a pool of water, it had 4 walls and a load of water in it waist high. Like a concrete bath tub, filled with everything that had fallen in it in the last few days. It was fantastic, the water was cool, fresh from the well and the day had been too hot.
I love living with the basics we have here, who needs electric showers, temperature buttons, metal tubes and a rubber showerhead which makes the water fall perfectly when you have a bucket. Just scoop up the water and throw it over yourself. Everything that I don’t have here, I don’t want anymore.
I started washing myself, it was completely out in the open apart from one side that was covered from human eyes. I looked to my left and a donkey is drinking from my “shower”.
I just said “safe” and carried on as if it was normal.
