(Garda Cuci)

This is one of my favourite moments at work: getting a team of guys in jumpsuits (and a huge machine) wash my car. The machine is not a water-pressure type but rather an old-fashioned jungle of whirring bristles. I don't get scratches in the car, though, as the machine has been in constant use for some time by now. Taken by the new mobile phone... otherwise I would've forgotten about it... the car wash costs quite nominal and it was quick, too. Pity I can't do it too often since I would most likely lose the luxury of parking my car under the shade while my car is being scrubbed clean.



The spinning bristles look like bulu babi (sea anemones?) from the inside of the car.