Shower Scene
I was tidying my room last night trying to find my passport, which, rather than putting it somewhere safe and sensible, I think i threw on my floor in my bedroom. I have yet to find the passport, which is somewhat worrying as i am supposed to be off to Budapest next week, but did stumble across the journal i tried to keep on my road trip around the US i did after University. It was a welcome distraction from tidying so i read a little of my time in New York. One moment i had entirely forgotten made me smile when i read about it.
I was staying in a hostel in Chelsea and the shower i was using only had hot water available making it unbearably hot to stand underneath. Rather than trying to find another shower, which is what i think i would do now, i tried to make the best of the situation and showered by catching the scalding water in cupped hands and then throwing it on myself. Impressively half assed improvisation I thought. I don't remember the incident but I can't have cleaned myself very well washing like that. Why didn't i just wash my hair in a sink or something?
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