The Blush

This dingy little cubicle has somewhat protected the modesties of nearly every member of our clan. 

The door swings open easily and the rust has bored holes in the corrugated walls. On a windy day, you can feel the weather carressing you all over. As a result, one tends to feel very naked here.

To execute bathing, the water has to be scooped from the cistern with a pail and then poured over. After the first chills, the rush of cold water feels so good, you can't stop pouring and pouring it over your head.  >>