Sunday morning, the ultimate travel disaster: Wake up late, have a nice late breakfast at a local cafe, and then spill my cappuccino on my shirt and shorts – and I only have 1 pair of shorts on this trip, being such an incredible packer, and I was gonna walk around today, and I hate sweating in long pants on hottish muggy days.

Well maybe not the ultimate diaster but a hassle, and who wants to figure out how to use laundromats in foreign countries?

Made it back to hotel w/o anyone laughing at my stained clothes and decided to do what I could w/ sink washing and hanging things in room.

Day wasn’t too hot and I survived in long pants.