I remember being a little kid, watching movies of dudes out jogging, sweat patches on their back and under their arms, and I sat there thinking that’s pretty cool. It was manly, powerful, a show of strength.
Now I wish those patches would just f*ck off. Laundry is difficult enough on the road without drenching each and every shirt you put it on. I’m sure you guys know what I’m talking about. No air con in your hotel room, 35 degrees outside, hot chicks everywhere and there you are trying to look cool as beads of sweat drip down your back. Classy.
Where the manliness power now? I look more like a kiddy fiddler than stand-up guy. And whats with the locals? No deodorant, no air con and they’re bone dry, I know they grew up here but Jesus throw me a fricken bone here. And you traveling girls? You seem to deal with it pretty well too. Leaving us guys, in clammy, wet shirts, failing to look cool, with a bag full of stinking tshirts, and no laundry services for weeks. Can’t wait to choose which shirt to rewear tomorrow. Not. Oh and its 36 degrees in Macedonia now. Wonderful. As another bead of sweat hits the keyboard.