Another overnight bus... To remember

I thought we'd escaped our bad fortune with buses. This morning when we pulled our packs from the underside of our sleeper bus in the middle of a busy Saigon street, I discovered we had not. Turns out the plumbing from toilet on board needed some work. Our bags (Nathan's more so than mine) were soaked with urine. Hello Saigon! We'll be slightly stinky for a few days..every item in Nathan's pack is being washed. So is the pack itself. I tried not to rub it in that all of my clothes were sealed in a water tight sailing bag inside my pack, or that his possessions took the hardest hit. Truth is, we both suffer if one of us smells like a wet diaper.