They do have a laundry machine here, but it is a rarity to find it empty, so I’ve been washing my clothes by hand. And let’s be honest. I use the words, “washing my clothes” loosely. I’m not convinced that any of my clothes are actually clean. They smell like detergent, but my poor hand washing technique probably doesn’t do much more than that.
What is comical is that we have helped out with the laundry at a couple of sites we have visited. I never thought I’d be sitting outside, washing clothes by hand while the random chicken wanders by. But that is life here. Pretty cool. After we help out, the African women are so sweet and they say, “well done!” when what I think they should really say is, “good try…”