I'm glad everyone has had a chance to see my house here in Kampala. I absolutely love it; it already feels like home. It is my oasis from the stares, the comments, the drivers, the dirtiness, the culture stress. But like many things, what you see on the surface is not always what it appears.
The house is old. It has bad plumbing, crumbling walls. Since I moved in the toilet has leaked (luckily with the clean water not the dirty stuff!). It was "fixed" once; it still leaked. I came home Monday night to find a flood in my kitchen. The water draining from the sink wasn't leaving the house, it was staying in the house! I have now had both toilet and sink fixed properly and hope that this is the end of the problems for now.
As for the crumbling wall...I wanted a towel rod installed in my bathroom. I bought the rod and hired a young man to install it. BIG MISTAKE. When I came home to the flooding kitchen on Monday I also came home to gigantic holes in the bathroom wall. The house is old; the concrete dry and crumbly. Thus when trying to install the rod, the wall crumbled. So I come home and Juma is bringing a piece of wood to install the rod on then attach the wood to the wall. Not covering the holes of course and up way to high. ARGHHHHH
Monday was definitely the first time the culture stress hit me like a brick. All I wanted to do was prepare my dinner, eat and relax. Instead I have a stranger banging an ugly piece of wood into my know hole filled bathroom wall and a flood in my kitchen. Not the best night I've ever had. However, Juma did do a fantastic job fixing the leak in the kitchen, and it's not really his fault the wall was in such bad shape.Although placing the rod so high up I do blame him for. This seems to be a Ugandan thing putting things high up, which is kinda odd cause they aren't all that tall.
In case you are wondering, the plan is to pull the wood off the wall, the rod off the wood, fill the holes, paint the wall and attach the rod properly at the height I want it at. At my expense of course! Lesson learned.
The house is old. It has bad plumbing, crumbling walls. Since I moved in the toilet has leaked (luckily with the clean water not the dirty stuff!). It was "fixed" once; it still leaked. I came home Monday night to find a flood in my kitchen. The water draining from the sink wasn't leaving the house, it was staying in the house! I have now had both toilet and sink fixed properly and hope that this is the end of the problems for now.
As for the crumbling wall...I wanted a towel rod installed in my bathroom. I bought the rod and hired a young man to install it. BIG MISTAKE. When I came home to the flooding kitchen on Monday I also came home to gigantic holes in the bathroom wall. The house is old; the concrete dry and crumbly. Thus when trying to install the rod, the wall crumbled. So I come home and Juma is bringing a piece of wood to install the rod on then attach the wood to the wall. Not covering the holes of course and up way to high. ARGHHHHH
Monday was definitely the first time the culture stress hit me like a brick. All I wanted to do was prepare my dinner, eat and relax. Instead I have a stranger banging an ugly piece of wood into my know hole filled bathroom wall and a flood in my kitchen. Not the best night I've ever had. However, Juma did do a fantastic job fixing the leak in the kitchen, and it's not really his fault the wall was in such bad shape.Although placing the rod so high up I do blame him for. This seems to be a Ugandan thing putting things high up, which is kinda odd cause they aren't all that tall.
In case you are wondering, the plan is to pull the wood off the wall, the rod off the wood, fill the holes, paint the wall and attach the rod properly at the height I want it at. At my expense of course! Lesson learned.
1 comment:
But you have a house! :D
Ta da! Yay for house related problems, when the ulternative is still trying to FIND a house. Easy to say from here, I know ;)
Sounds like you've got it all under control now.
Anita
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