The first time talking to my mother over skype, she carefully -but with great emphasis- warned me that in no case I could allow myself to become a stinky, moldy backpacker while traveling (backpackers have established a pretty solid name for themselves). I soothed her with the info that although maybe less developed than Europe, in Asia people do enjoy showering and even soap. Now, after spending close to two months abroad, I am redefining my hygiene. It is your human right to stop reading now.
Instead of smelling like Thierry Mugglers ‘Angel’ with a hint of gentle almond scrub, an intense citronella odor is now always accompanying me. I stopped sniffing my hands after visiting Chinas restrooms and BF V today even hesitantly admitted my neck has become a bit greasy. But he loves me none the less. Woops…
Since traveling here in South East Asia I have even grown a mustache. A sweat mustache. It goes with me wherever I go, day and night. No matter how much I keep dabbing my mouth with tissues; the sweat has grown very fond of my upper lip. With temperatures going way beyond 30 degrees even at night and a humidity level close to a 100%, this is not a strange thing though. Sorry mom! So remember this while browsing through the photos below: before they were taken some serious dabbing was going on. Now smile!
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I took my sweaty mustache to see Hoi An: a pretty little town, Disney-fied by UNESCO, that lights up at night in any color imaginable. |
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| A sunset like this one might illustate the scorching heat that comes from the big frying orb. |
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| Finally.... there was sand and the ocean. I got the chill at a beach! |
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| And lost 10 lives at a water park were I had to plunche myself down near vertical Tsunami-called water slides. Why do people enjoy staring into deaths eyes so much? |
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| The Fairy Stream in Mui Ne was more my cup of tea. |
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| The massive sand dunes got my two thumbs up as well, although grinding sand with your teeth the whole time took some getting used to. |
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| Then again I could vent my frustration during a cooking course. |
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