s.w.e.a.t.

In Africa I sweat like never before. I sweat in areas I never imagined possible... and not in areas I expected to. It was bizarre.

Take my arms, for example. My arms sweat more than any other part of my body. It wasn't even my armpits that would sweat, but my actual arms -- especially my forearms. (By the way, and completely besides the point, there was always dirt in my opposite-of-the-elbow crevasse). I'm not sure I have ever noticed my arms sweating, but they certainly did in Africa.

I had a sweat-stache like you wouldn't believe. I lied before because my upper lip definitely sweat more than anything else. I carried a sweat rag with me constantly to wipe my face and my arms. The girls all made fun of me at first, but they soon followed suit when they realized how awesome it was! The few times I forgot my sweat rag I had sweat dripping into my eyes and pouring down my face. My neck and scalp, oddly enough, hardly sweat at all.

My belly also sweat. Yes, I do mean my belly... not my chest. I didn't believe it myself. The photo above was taken at 10am when after I had been in an "air-conditioned" room all morning. So much belly sweat.

I guess it goes without say that my backside sweat constantly. I don't think I ever stood up without my entire rear end being drenched. It was often so drenched that you didn't even notice because my shorts were soaked the whole way through... from top to bottom. And you can forget about crossing your legs/arms or resting your arms on your lap. That just resulted in even more sweat!

I can't believe I just wrote an entire blog post on sweat.