So, when we arrived in Africa, I let my stereotypes get the best of me and I thought that we would be washing our clothes on rocks. Walking down to the river, scrubbing with rocks and hanging them to dry between huts. However, that has yet to the case, nor did that happen in Tanzania. We lived in a more modern house this month. By more modern I mean it was actually a house, not just one room. Anyway, Africans either assume Americans don’t know how to do anything and/or they like to serve their guests. So yet again, we did not need to wash our own laundry.
On Mondays and Fridays the lady would collect our clothes and take them to the back of the house. The ladies would fill up buckets of water, soak the clothes and all that jazz. It was even better in Tanzania because the water did not run out nearly as often as it did in other African countries. 😀
Just like in Kenya, though, they did not wash our underwear for us. So, here is how I washed mine.
Step 1: Check to make sure the water was working.
Step 2: Get the small pitcher (a plastic container the size of half a juice pitcher)
Step 3: Pour some powder soap in the pitcher
Step 4: Put some water in the pitcher
Step 5: Put a few pair of underwear in the pitcher.
Step 6: Scrub them, soak them, scrub them.
Step 7: Rinse them out
Step 8: Hang them to dry – in the room, outside, wherever you find room.
And that’s the way we had clean under-roos 😀
