The only thing to do with skateboarding here is that I fucked up my knee last time and even if the streets were dry, I still wouldnt be skating today.
Our toilet broke a couple of months ago. It's a recessed, in-the-wall unit, and you can't access any of it without tearing out the cement wall. It was completely worthless and pointless design anyway, since it takes up more space with the wall than would have been lost by having a normal toilet, but such is "luxury" in Taiwan. The part that broke is a flimsy plastic flushing mechanism that pulls the bobber up. I disassembled it down to hte cement and started flushing the toilet by sticking my hand inside to manually pulling the bobber up. We called teh plumber. As it happens, this particular model of terrible toilet is a very luxury toilet from Italy, meaning, the mentally thick, and or lazy, plumbing crew couldn't locate the necessary part to replace. After a few weeks of hand flushing, I found them online in ten minutes, but something was lost in translation and they never ordered the parts the I found for them. After a couple of months, our landlord got a plumber to come and tie a rope to the now leaking toilet. Well, he's still here, trying to work out how to tie a nasty peice of rope to guts of the luxury toilet, so that we can pull a slimey moldy rope everyday. It looks like a tampon string hanging out of our marble wall.
While he worked, I bought breakfast at a new coffee shop across the street. This one isn't going to be around long. The coffee was good, but insanely expensive, and the sandwich was an eye watered $120. It was two peices of bread with ten peices of lettuce, and a thimble of canned chicken. Everyone is frantically trying to politely rip me off in Taipei, but at least I know that coffee shop is fucked, because there are plenty of equally expensive but actually decent quality ones around.
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