For the first two years of university I worked in a family run jewellers six days a week in my small hometown. It was great, my bosses were kind, and I earned lots of money which allowed me to do many things I otherwise couldn't have the following semester. But in the summer of third year I was faced with different prospects...
I'm sure we've all seen it in our flat, house, friend or family's home. A pile of food sitting on the worktop rotting away. Or that piece of fruit that we forgot to throw out which has morphed into a blue-green furry alien.
At first it sounds impossible, but it's not. People do it all over the world for days and even weeks on end. I remember vividly the second week living with my host family in Nicaragua. We had a big orange carton called a "pichinga" which we filled up with water from the well at the bottom of our garden and purified with a chlorine tablet. Occasionally we would have running water from a tap to be purified.