I’ll let the pictures tell most of the story, but know it was very dirty and very gross.
Kimmie was the first to jump in. I followed soon after. But at least here you can see how awesome Kim thinks she is. We had to climb in on our rickety stick ladder thing, throw ourselves over the side (in dresses, mind you) and get sure footing on a slippery plastic chair, lest we fall into the murky, disgusting water. We’d drained as much as we could out of it—a hayday for the women of the community, as they all brought anything that could hold water and shouldered their way in to get what they could. We had to empty the tank even though it was about half full. We have a theory that something—or many things—died in there, because our water has smelled and tasted like death (or cabbage) for the last two months. We finally broke down and drained it.
As you can see, it was quite nasty and quite smelly. We scrubbed and scrubbed as best we could. Every time we had to move our chairs, we had to step down into the ick. Problem was there were a couple of weird swimming animal/bug things that the women told us would bite us. So we prayed each time we stuck our legs in.
You can see a little bit of how that went, here. If you only knew how terrible it was to have to stop and pose like that, with our feet in that stuff.
Still scrubbing.
We’ve been showering with, cooking with and drinking this water for the past eight months. So disgusting.
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