ダニエルの冒険

Laundream is the name of the coin laundrette next to my apartment block. That’s “Laundrette” and “Dream” put together, in case you didn’t get that. Pretty clever, huh? I asked a friend from my class on Skype about it and was told that of course I’d need to buy detergent or else the clothes won’t wash. I went into the laundrette and saw a blonde girl sitting down reading a book — definitely not Japanese. Her name’s Jo and she’s an Australian girl living in the same block as me and she explained that the machines automatically dispense detergent and do all that other washing magic: all you do is put in clothes and coins and wait. Due to bad timing, the only machines I could use were the biggest ones, but I managed to get it done in the end. Not everything was dry and no way was I going to hang around for another 7 minutes for another dryer cycle so I decided to try hanging my clothes up instead. I put one shirt inside, near the heater, which not surprisingly worked really well. The other test, hanging a shirt outside on the balcony, ended up with a shirt which smells like outside. Like, really, it smells like a campsite or the woods or something. I suppose that’s kind of manly in a way, smelling like the woods, but I think I’ll leave it until the next wash, or until I get the lumberjack look down.