…having washed my hands, used anti-bacterial stuff on them three times and still felt I wasn’t clean.
It was the mud bath, you see. Supposed to be rejuvenating and healthy – yeah, right. I was just about good-humoured enough to go along with it to start with, and could even take the smell of sulphur, and mud itself doesn’t worry me, nor dirt – give me a fork, a muck heap and a vegetable patch, and I’ll beaver away for hours – but the thing of reaching down into the water to bring up handfuls of the stuff to plaster over myself was dispiriting and the realisation that it was the warmish water that many people had stood in, doing just that, sent me scrambling to the bank. And I disliked the shower too, which was so powerful that it wasn’t easy to keep the water off my face and who knew its state of hygiene?
I dealt with the loo more easily, funnily enough, though it was the squatting kind, and at least there was soap at the washbasin. I had a long and thorough shower when I arrived back at the hotel, though.
still, the rest of the day was enjoyable, and I’ll see about adding some pictures in due course.