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Give Us Today Our Daily Showers, and Forgive Our Cheapness and Ghettoness

While traveling in our camper van, Diesel and I decided that  we were only going to spend the night at a paid  camper van park every other day.  To save money and all, so we can spend our money on food and other activities.  That meant, no showers every other day.  Which meant, that I, who enjoy and necessitate my daily hot shower, had to go without one every other day.  But don’t worry, on the days we did have a shower, I showered twice (as if that made me cleaner on the non-shower days…but whatevers).

And then, we discovered the public showers on the beach, and Diesel’s and my ghettoness reached new heights: There we were, nonchalantly carrying our toiletries and towel, laying them out on the bench and  turning the public beach  shower into our private bathroom, right before the eyes of a  group of teenagers that every once in a while would cast furtive looks at us, looks filled with pity as we soaped and rinsed ourselves.  PITY, I tell you.  I was ashamed, but obviously not ashamed enough to interrupt my shower.

You see, though Australians pay high taxes (as it is in the case with other socialist democracies), they see their taxes turned into really amazing public projects/facilities.  During our trip up the east coast of Australia, we were often surprised at how small towns with small populations boasted  nice public lagoons/pools (Arlie Beach and Cairns),  large parks with manicured lawns and beautiful gardens (Mackay),  well-maintained National Parks and trails (everywhere), harbors lined with  modern promenades complete with fishing docks and exercise bars (in Townsville), and beaches with well-equipped bathrooms and public showers (pretty much everywhere).  Australians know how to enjoy all of these perks in a very classy way.  But not us.  Diesel and I took full advantage of the free parks and rest areas, parking our camper overnight alongside other frugal travelers and, as mentioned, making full use of the public showers while the citizens of Australia merely used them for a quick rinse-off.

But the next time we decided to take a shower in a public shower, something happened.  And I suspect that it wasn’t something necessarily good.  Right there, in the middle of the big lawn surrounding the beautiful lagoon in Cairns (by the way, the most amazing, most beautiful public pool I’ve ever seen, overlooking the ocean), both Diesel and I, without any shame, skipped the hot showers in the bathrooms (where the normal , civilized people shower),  and instead used the  lawn showers by the pool/lagoon.


One Response

  1. love it! just caught up on your photos and blog…feel like i was there with you!

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