I’m not really one for hot weather. As I may have mentioned before, I become absolutely depressed and miserable when two things happen: 1.) Lack of sleep, and 2.) when it’s hot. I don’t know how some people manage to keep their heads and power on when they haven’t slept for 24 hours. I can’t do it. I’d miss my own wedding to take a nap if I was tired enough.
And for when it’s hot. I also think all of you people who prefer the searing heat of say, Phoenix, to a temperate, if rainy, day in Portland. Oh, but it’s a dry heat you say? Who cares! It’s in the desert! It’s hot. Throw in some humidity and I’m toast. Soggy toast. I will never get anything done in the heat. You can see how my summers in South Korea were a bit depressing, when it’s 90 degrees and the only respite is the beach, but then OH HERE COMES A MONSOON!
So walking in the heat, with layers of sunscreen upon sweat upon sunscreen, is like a slow, slimy death for me. Out here on the cliffs of Devon there isn’t much tree cover, and my 40 pound pack suddenly becomes the chains binding me to a hot and sweaty death.
Add to this that everything I own smells, because (and you might find this a bit disgusting) my clothes have had only one proper wash in more than five weeks, and you get the idea I’m stuck in a sweaty, smelly cycle of being hot and dirty only to shower off and start it all over again.
Alright, I’m really not that miserable. I just wanted to paint the picture about how being sweaty, slimy, and smelly can get to you after a little while. Which is WHY!!!
DAY OFF!!! WHOOOO!!!
I wouldn’t have chosen Westward Ho! as a place to spend a day off, but the YHA is on the hill above the pesky tourists, with a deck and a view of the ocean. And you read that correctly: Westward Ho! is spelled with a !.
Now all of my clothes are clean! Ta-dah! Westward Ho! I sponged down my backpack, and aired out my sleeping bag, and washed everything I own, and though maybe it’s all scruffy around the edges, I’m no longer the person people avoid standing next to because of that strange smell wafting of her.
You see what I’m saying about backpacking? It makes the simplest things a cause for celebration.
For instance, I haven’t had very much access to internet, which I in fact enjoy a lot, but last night Rachel and I were online AT THE SAME TIME! Which hasn’t happened since we parted ways a month ago, so it was a surreal feeling, and renewed my love for internet. Rachel is arriving in Santiago de Compostela TODAY, at the end of her long Camino, and she has far surpassed me in miles, has survived a heat wave in Spain, almost died of thirst, walked through a FLOOD, and hasn’t injured herself or even had a rest day. So dear reader, please say out loud to yourself, Congratulations Rachel!
So enough writing already. It’s my rest day, and War and Peace awaits.