Today I had the longest most awkward non-cleansing shower of
my life. My first class wasn’t until late morning today so I woke up late and
headed for the bathroom. In my res, the bathroom nearest my room has one room
for a toilet, one room for a sink and a shower stall, and two separate rooms
with a bath tub in each. My preference, for those of you who care, is the
shower stall. Said shower stall was otherwise occupied when I needed it and I had
to resort to one of the bathtubs.
The bathtubs have nothing at all around them. No shower
curtain. Just wide open air and cold hard tile. The faucet has a hand held
spray nozzle but no place to hook it on the wall. Any part of your body that is
not actively under the spray of water (about 98% of your body) is completely
freezing. I tried lying in the tub but it’s so narrow that it doesn’t accommodate
my wide child bearing hips. Great way to feel when you are naked and cold and
tired. Also when the tub filled, the water had a delightful brown tinge to it.
South African tub: 1 Rachel: 0
Anyway some updates.
Last night a bunch of us braved the cold night air to go to
a rugby game at the great field. Zach is a rugby player and was able to answer
our questions and help make the game make a little more sense. I know understand
that there is something called “scrumming” involved. That is the extent of my
knowledge J
Rhodes won!
We regrouped and went to a club called PRIME to celebrate.
The sterile white tile of the place was not unlike my bathroom experience this
morning and it was so crowded I had about the same amount of hip room. It was
fun though and we met a guy named Simon who kept introducing us as simply his “American
friends”.
We ended the night at Champs for some karaoke. That ish is
my jam! Sean and I did a lovely duet of Jason Mraz’s I’m Yours. Is this becoming a regular thing? Quite possibly.
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