When we first arrived and unpacked our bins we were treated with a lovely little explosion...of plaster of paris - wahoo!
Brennen suffered the worst of it:
Most of our things with a helping of plaster of paris, nothing says camp like a mess of a white powder. It's usually cornstarch though.
Thankfully the hotel has a vacuum which I hunted down, phew:
Bahaha love the last picture. You're whole body says "NO PROBLEM! I got it! :D" hehehe
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