When backpacking, ‘like what we were’, there is very little space for anything but the bare necessities. Wally washed a small amount of smalls and got to grips with drying them in the smallest amount of time. In his defence, he is saving the world, one handkerchief at a time.
The result is this flawless interpretation of that ancient art, Morris Dancing; unfortunately.
Moulay Bousselham will never be the same after this.