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No Water Shortage an Media Favela #3
St.Ass got out early last night (Wed Night).
He's been staying very late - anywhere from 10pm to 1 am sometimes...
(Lots to do, little time to do it.)
Burning the candle at both ends was taking its toll on him so he and The Apostle headed out at about 9:30, anticipating a good night's sleep.
A nice serenade from the howler monkeys and the giant jungle insects that are drawn to the lights in the favela we are living in will lull him to sleep - a gentle trip into the arms of Morpheus...
However- up until now, there had been no one in the room on the floor above St.Ass., but that changed on Wednesday.
St.Ass had just gotten to bed when a relentless "Splat...Splat...Splat...Splat...Splat." rang through his room...
The AC from upstairs was dripping down huge heavy drops on to the top of HIS AC enclosure making a massive racket.
On top of that, the water was seeping into St.Ass's room...
So instead of a nice night's sleep he was up most of the night undergoing the dreaded Russian Water Torture-
Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....
Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....
Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....
Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....
Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....
Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....
Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....
Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....
Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....
Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat.... deep into the night.
About 1am the Mad Russian could take no more.
Heaven save the poor village maintenance staff from the anger of a sleep-deprived Russian.
About 8 of them showed up in the middle of the night to survey the damage and to try to figure out how to fix the problem.
(You, clever Constant Reader, know how to fix this- a small piece of host to direct the condensate out and away from the building... But this is Rio. This is a puzzler to them, and it takes the brain-power of the entire staff to figure out exactly what's going on, and even more imported intelligence to come up with a solution.)
St. Ass comes in at about 10 this morning fuming, and tells us the tale.
"Pictures- Let me send zem to you!" says he.
Here's the situation... We know a little something water, gravity and seepage...
And here is the end result...
And by the way- the water dripping down past that 220volt power circuit?
Might want to make make sure you don't step into the pooling water on your floor- you might be in for a shocking experience.
Really- this is want the combined brainwork of 8 people (approx IQ of 75, maybe 80 total) comes up with?
"We'll put a towel on it."?
"We'll put one on the floor too. That should fix everything.
As your humble correspondent was scribing this little missive, I got a note from The Apostle.
He's also quartered at Media Favela #3.
And guess what? He has the same problem tonight...
He's using a plastic plate to dampen the dripping, but it's a short term solution. A light breeze will send that thing down to the pavement below.
TBG - Drip...drip...drip...drip....
No Water Shortage an Media Favela #3
St.Ass got out early last night (Wed Night).
He's been staying very late - anywhere from 10pm to 1 am sometimes...
(Lots to do, little time to do it.)
Burning the candle at both ends was taking its toll on him so he and The Apostle headed out at about 9:30, anticipating a good night's sleep.
A nice serenade from the howler monkeys and the giant jungle insects that are drawn to the lights in the favela we are living in will lull him to sleep - a gentle trip into the arms of Morpheus...
However- up until now, there had been no one in the room on the floor above St.Ass., but that changed on Wednesday.
St.Ass had just gotten to bed when a relentless "Splat...Splat...Splat...Splat...Splat." rang through his room...
The AC from upstairs was dripping down huge heavy drops on to the top of HIS AC enclosure making a massive racket.
On top of that, the water was seeping into St.Ass's room...
So instead of a nice night's sleep he was up most of the night undergoing the dreaded Russian Water Torture-
Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....
Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....
Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....
Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....
Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....
Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....
Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....
Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....
Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat....
Splat...Splat....Splat...Splat.... deep into the night.
About 1am the Mad Russian could take no more.
Heaven save the poor village maintenance staff from the anger of a sleep-deprived Russian.
About 8 of them showed up in the middle of the night to survey the damage and to try to figure out how to fix the problem.
(You, clever Constant Reader, know how to fix this- a small piece of host to direct the condensate out and away from the building... But this is Rio. This is a puzzler to them, and it takes the brain-power of the entire staff to figure out exactly what's going on, and even more imported intelligence to come up with a solution.)
St. Ass comes in at about 10 this morning fuming, and tells us the tale.
"Pictures- Let me send zem to you!" says he.
Here's the situation... We know a little something water, gravity and seepage...
And here is the end result...
And by the way- the water dripping down past that 220volt power circuit?
Might want to make make sure you don't step into the pooling water on your floor- you might be in for a shocking experience.
Really- this is want the combined brainwork of 8 people (approx IQ of 75, maybe 80 total) comes up with?
"We'll put a towel on it."?
"We'll put one on the floor too. That should fix everything.
As your humble correspondent was scribing this little missive, I got a note from The Apostle.
He's also quartered at Media Favela #3.
And guess what? He has the same problem tonight...
He's using a plastic plate to dampen the dripping, but it's a short term solution. A light breeze will send that thing down to the pavement below.
TBG - Drip...drip...drip...drip....
Wow... Just... WOW! :-(
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