We were beginning to think we’d always be left on the shelf, scrubbing away day in and day out at the same sink…
That’s no place for toothbrushes with dreams of seeing the bathrooms of the world.
Thank God they came to their senses and now we’re at a hostel in Rio settling down for some much-needed shut-bristle.
Phil and Sophie looked quite paste-y after their brush with the lunatic taxi driver.
Just who did he think he was, Jensen Brushton?
Anyway we’d best get off to sleep, this place is c-r-a-zy… Ain’t that the tooth!