Travel dilemmas: Dirty little secrets of doing hand laundry on the road

I did something on a recent two-week trip that I promised I would never do again. In the wee hours of the morning, I was hunched over the bathroom sink, just me, my blouse, my jeans and a pair of socks. I wasn't wearing them; I was washing them.

Too cheap to send out my laundry, too time-strapped to sit in a self-service laundry, I resorted to the sink, cool water and a Tide detergent pod. My loathing of laundry was exceeded only