It is a tradition to exchange used uniforms after the dragon boat races. At dinner in Guangzhou, an Ozzie approached me.
In typical Ozzie fashion, he said, "Hey mate. Where's your table at?"
"Oh. It's over there," pointing to one side of the banquet room.
"Are you looking to trade your uniform? Why don't you start with me?" I said.
"OK. What do you have?", I pulled out an old long-sleeved uniform we used in Taipei, Taiwan in 2005, so large I have absolutely no use for it anymore.
"That's OK," and then he shook hands with me while giving me his recently-used uniform.
The Ozzie uniform was all wet and smelly. I never realized how foul the stench was not until I had gone back to the hotel room to wash it.
I couldn't remove the offensive smell. I do not know if it's BO or chemical.
It's currently soaked in detergent in my laundry area as I write this.
Amazing.
In typical Ozzie fashion, he said, "Hey mate. Where's your table at?"
"Oh. It's over there," pointing to one side of the banquet room.
"Are you looking to trade your uniform? Why don't you start with me?" I said.
"OK. What do you have?", I pulled out an old long-sleeved uniform we used in Taipei, Taiwan in 2005, so large I have absolutely no use for it anymore.
"That's OK," and then he shook hands with me while giving me his recently-used uniform.
The Ozzie uniform was all wet and smelly. I never realized how foul the stench was not until I had gone back to the hotel room to wash it.
I couldn't remove the offensive smell. I do not know if it's BO or chemical.
It's currently soaked in detergent in my laundry area as I write this.
Amazing.
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