Dirk found a suitable place not far around the corner at all. He walked perhaps 90 yards before spotting a place with the appropriately slanted slab ground, and a rocky enough wall that he could wedge objects into it. He reach into his grey satchel and pulled out a large piton, that he drove into the wall with a climbers hammer he pulled out shortly after. From this piton he hung the bag, making it easier to work with both hands. He retrieved a hanging mirror from the sack and hung it from another piton he drove in next to the first. Next he pulled out a flask, and using the hammer, he gently wedged the flask into the wall a few feet from the hanging pack. Dirk returned the hammer to the bag and removed from it a small block of glycerine soap, a large basin, and a washboard. He hung the washboard on the side of the wooden basin, and then pulled two stones from the pack, one flint and one obsidian, and placed them in the basin as well. When he unstoppered the flask and spoke the words 'tansui sutoriimu' water began to pour out of it at a fairly rapid pace. He filled the basin and after setting it down, stood within the streaming water, letting it soak over his entire body, then saying 'teishi', stopping the flow.
Dirk finally began to wash, quickly lathering his soap over the now fully translucent clothing he was wearing. When the shirt and arm wrappings were thoroughly soaped, he removed them, dropping them into the basin. Next he lathered the pants and leg wrappings and then removed them, tossing them in the basin as well. He squatted by the tub of water, now in the buff, and began using the washboard to clean his fine linen garments. When Dirk felt his clothing was fully clean, he draped it all across his shoulders. He placed the washboard on the slab of rock he was standing on and the two stones, which seemed to be steaming now, on top of the board. He dumped the hot soapy water over his head and tossed his clothing back in the basin once it was on the ground. Now he lathered his entire body, and once fully sudsed up, 'tansui sutoriimu' started the water flowing again. He fully rinsed his hair, and his hands, only to stop the water again. From his bag, he pulled a small pair of scissors that he used to trim his hair in the mirror. He returned them to the bag when he was done and then pulled a straight razor from the bag, he used to shave his stubbled face clean.
A shave and a haircut, cheaper than two bits, and Dirk started the water flowing again. The water ran over him, cold, giving him goosebumps. Temperature wasn't a threat to him, but that didn't mean he didn't feel it. One of his multitude of magical trinkets protected him from the negative effects, which allowed him to enjoy this cold shower, without risk of hypothermia. Bathing was a vice for him. Every three days, a week at the longest. Longer than that and he'd go mad. As the water took his clips of hair, and suds away, down the slightly slanted slab of rock, Dirk rinsed his clothing thoroughly, and replaced it on his body. Once he had the linen garments back on, and the long strips were wrapped around his arms and legs, he finished cleaning his things and stopped the water. All the items went back into the bag, and the hammer came back out to be used in the gentle removal of the flask. He left the pitons in the wall, and before slinging his pack over his shoulder, he pulled out his belt and grappling hook along with some low ankled cleats.
Dirk stepped into the cleats, and then unwound his belt, attaching one end to the grappling hook. What had looked like a simple belt, turned out to be magic, and was now a fifty foot cord of rope. A few good swings of the grappling hook, and Dirk had it sailing up to the top of the rock formation he was at the base of. Strong tugs convinced him it was snug and would support his weight, and the word 'uzbrdica' made the rope rigid. Hand holds appeared for Dirk, and he quickly scaled the rocks. At the top, with the quickly rising sun already heating the desert, Dirk would quickly dry. He pulled up the rope, changing it back to a belt again, and headed back to where he had left Haala. Hopping across the hoodoos could have made it a quick, straight path, if some weren't so far apart that he had to make a circuitous route. No matter, he needed the time to dry.