I think living in the bus for any extended time requires a vigilant bathing ritual. It’s much better stepping out of Seamus and not looking like something not even the cat would drag in. That and maybe one day I’ll meet Mr. Right and I’d hate to be all smelly for that. So, I had to develop a routine for washing in the confines of my bus, with no running water.

There is my utility water container, the big blue 5 Gallon container, a small blue basin, a towel and a face cloth. These are the essentials. Putting about a litre or so of water in my basin is enough to wash myself all over… and here is my ‘bathroom’ on the bus

There is R2D2, my make shift ‘chamberpot’ and my Blue Basin Bathtub, or 3B for short. Also my drinking water jug makes the perfect prop for my mirror, which enables me to make sure I’m presentable before exiting Seamus. As for washing my hair, I have yet to manage that one, stay tuned as I’m sure it will be epic. So far I’ve been able to use a shower somewhere when my hair needed a shampoo, but I think one day soon I’ll need to sort out how to get my dark tresses smelling fresh and soft in the bus.

The daisy curtains completely enclose around the bus so I can strip down naked to get clean and dressed all in total privacy. It’s like living in a live Tetris game, and I must only put things back in exactly the one place where they belong. I have ‘lost’ things in the bus which drives me nuts bc almost everything is within arms reach (or two arms reach), so the fact that I can’t find something is appalling. If I cant find it, it’s because I did not put it back in the proper place which brings on a plethora of self-chastisement.

I feel a bit like a dog, because everywhere I go I’ve likely dumped my ‘bath water’ and chamber pot adventures in the grass thereby competing with local mutts for seniority. I wonder what they think of when they stop to investigate a grassy knoll I have claimed as my own?