Lovely to chat yesterday - as I mentioned we're currently in the throes of moving further down the road, in a last-ditch attempt to escape dogs and building work before one of us snaps... The new flat is looking good, and just needs a few minor tweaks before we can move in at the weekend, plus it's next door to a cemetery and - as the saying goes - dead men tell no tales and don't drill and hammer right above your head for six straight weeks.
We've already made what is probably the first of many trips to the hardware store, whose most striking feature is a sort of "paint bar" where you order two gallons of "Desert Rose" or "Silver Shore" and the barmen mix it all together using computer wizardry and a massive centrifuge machine, while I thumb through the sample book and crack "50 Shades of Grey" jokes that they've almost definitely never heard before. Here feels like a good place to register our shock and disgust at the price of bathroom fittings, which I can only assume were all hand-crafted by Nepalese artisans and imported by Lear jet.
Such thrills and spills mean we've missed out on Carnaval completely, but with the rain it sounded like a bit of a wash-out this year; I'll do an in-depth expose on the blood, sweat and tears that go into the yearly processions... some other time. In the meanwhile I've thrown together a new compilation (hope it works!), and this week's phrase translates as "in a river full of piranhas, the alligator swims on his back", i.e. it's worth defending your weak spots in tough situations.
That will be all - will send lots of photos once we're settled in next to the stiffs...
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