10.3.13 – 3:00AM
For the last four hours I’ve smelled like a bum’s pocket. We’ve been good the last few days with no deodorant, but today, I lost the battle. Too much moving around, in and out of hot and cool, and there it was…the smell. I smelled like a New Jersey Path Train headed to Jersey City from Manhattan on a hot summer day. I’m keeping my hoodie zipped all the way up to block some of the odor from those around.
We’ve been staying in hostels, so I’ve been nipping a little toothpaste, shampoo, conditioner, and body wash from whoever in the room had some, and given the USD to British Pound conversion, I would have certainly used some deodorant also, had I found some. I am not above it. Wiping off the top first with a little tissue.
Note: Pack everything that will make you smell delightful.
Best smelling city: Paris! OMG, the most expensive colognes and perfumes were everywhere. And some of you know I can barely walk by a fragrance shop without pulling out my wallet. I now get the jokes when I would hear an older person tell someone “you smell like a french hooker.” While they were trying to cheapen then person they smelled, I can now only imagine a French hooker smelling sweeter than a plate of yams, extra syrup.
10.3.13 – 3:11PM
I no longer smell as bad, but still haven’t showered. When we stopped at the bottom of England to hop on the ferry, I ran to the restroom, took off my shirt, ran it under the water and soap and wiped my underarms until they damn near bled. Then I ran to the gift shop, and the only thing they had was AXE. I sprayed like I was back in the Projects spraying roaches. I am fresh-er. And I am grateful.