I’m clean which means its morning, in an hour I will be sopped and muddy again. Every day at the end of biking involves doing laundry in the sink.
On a more tragic note, the woman I met yesterday at Tabin reserve was killed by a charging elephant at the mud volcano where I visited. They were talking about how they so wanted to see an elephant at dinner the night before, unfortunately their dream became a nightmare :(
Here is a link to the tragic elephant goring death.
Off for more mud now,