I’ve been traveling with two shirts that must be washed by hand. That isn’t a big deal. In addition to regular loads at a laundromat, I end up doing a sink of hand washing every so often anyway.
But Vietnam gave me a nasty surprise.
In Saigon, I set those two shirts to soak in the sink and walked away for a couple minutes. When I came back, it looked like someone had replaced the water with hot cocoa.
Brace yourselves …
- Blergh.
This is some serious pollution, people.
Even in the dustiest parts of Africa, even after the sweatiest treks in Peru, my clothes were never this filthy. And all I did in Vietnam was simply walk around the city. Yuck.
I’m curious if my clothes are embedded with filth in the U.S. too — but I just never have to see it, thanks to the “delicates” setting on my washing machine.