No water - much like the rest of the world.

June 12, Pittsburg.

Water access was restricted in Martinez because of an incident in the past when runoff water was spilled into the lot by one of the trailer and the circus was fined; by the time we thought of filling the water tank there was no water, and the tank was good and empty. Chance has it, of course, that here in Pittsburg there is so far no water either, this time because of problems with the city pipes into the lot. So it's now 5:30 in the afternoon and we haven't had water all day, no showers, no dishwashing, no water to clean the babies or to wash one's hands, not a drop.
Just like 40 percent of the world population, actually, people who have to walk miles to get water, and pay a high cost for it, who carry it back in a bucket, as Fridman's family did when he was growing up in Peru, people who have to wash in the river, hot or cold, who spare each drop of what they have. We have grown so spoiled, turning on the magical faucet, and in so many other ways. Water is precious, and it's running out.
I thought living on the road was going to be a grinding ordeal and it turned out to be nothing of the kind, water or no water. There are difficulties, but they are laughable compared to what goes on for those millions of women in the rest of the world scraping a living and trying to raise their family in unsanitary and unsafe conditions.
Life on the road is a breeze.