It’s always interesting to sleep in a different room full of people every night. I try for a lower bed near a window. Last night a guy whose pack had a horrible body odor slept across from me. The young Italian hiker on the bunk over him was also grossed out, and in fact the whole room opened all the windows to try to get the smell out. The Italian’s girlfriend offfered me some Vicks to rub under my nose, the same thing that coroners use in examining corpses. We asked the owner to ask him to move the pack outside the room, but he never did. Scott says, philosophically, that these things happen in dorm sleeping—and that it isn’t always men who are the B.O. culprits. I switched my pillow to the other end of the bed under the open window and slept anyway. Oh well. This was a…