wash me

There are some who think I never wash my car (and you know who you are), so this picture will not be a surprise to those people.

However, my car actually does get washed rather frequently here; at least once a week, often more. But with the dust from the cement plant and limestone quarry, and the dirt that is everywhere, it does not take long to look like this:

The kids in Chipulukusu usually just write their name in the dust, but the kids at Grace write my name and ask me to wash it.