On board the truck we carry about a dozen jerry cans of water that we fill at whatever campsite has it available. Some times it comes out of a hose and when we’re lucky there’s a tap. Having a tap doesn’t mean it’s fit for consumption though, even after the chlorine tablets. But that’s what we use to cook and wash with. Some people (us excluded) are brave, or pinching pennies, enough to drink it. Even if you can get over the often yellow-brownish color of the water, there is nothing quite so unappetizing as floatie pieces in water. Even watching a line of ants march in and out of the cans won’t deter me as much as unidentifed chunks. But then we have learned that it’s often best not to look too close at things. Ignorance is best.