Not a drop

As I predicted, the banging and yelling did not fix the water problem and as such, we did not have water yesterday - again. We used liters and liters of the packaged mineral water we order for drinking instead.
Finally, late last night they brought in a water truck (like the one somewhere on this page) and pumped a bunch of the wet stuff directly into our buidling. We were thrilled to look forward to a morning when we could take showers, brush our teeth, do laundry, flush the toilet - the basic everyday things we take for granted even here.

But turning on the tap today brings forth a murky brown ick that I do not want to wash my hair or clothes with or put in my mouth even for the sake of brushing my teeth.

So far, in the two-plus years we've lived in Bangalore we've experienced 57 random days without electricity, 25 without water, and 79 without an internet connection. Funny, but these things actually seemed somewhat charming and interesting when I was living on the beach and could plunge into the Bay of Bengal for a quick rinse or fancy myself something of a pioneer, forced to negotiate my daily tasks without electricity. Now, it's just annoying.

There is no real point to this post other than to admit I'm feeling quite sorry for us today.

Otherwise, everthing is fabulous...