I’m still living at the hotel, which after 4 weeks is starting to drive me insane. Only the day before all hell broke lose I’d emailed the guy at work to request he expedite my relocation into a compound, only to receive an out of office reply as his gone on a convenient 2 week holiday.
Don’t get me wrong it’s quite a fine hotel just my room has no cooking facilities not even a god dam kettle. So it’s slowly doing me in, both in the health and financial departments.
So I downed my head for the night, just to be woken round 3am to the sound of extremely heavy rain. I guess I found this very relaxing till I come to my senses a little more. ‘Monsoon style rains in Saudi, ha, I don’t believe it’,’ hold up it doesn’t rain like this over here’ within seconds I’d turned on the light and jumped out of bed to find my bathroom and ¼ of my bedroom flooded with water (hot water) gushing from the ceiling. HOLYSHIT. Action stations, let me just thank that bird shit I wasn’t electrocuted in my attempts to turn the water off.
Next come the long dealings with the hotel staff in the early hours of the morning in which I was trying to make them understand I needed a functional bathroom so I could get ready for work, I finally got another room key. After more back and forth about why I was going back to the flood zone to sleep and that I would not be moving rooms at that hour of the morning I was left in peace to go and gather any remainding sleep I could.
So I said goodbye to my old room in the morning and shuffled off to my new one. They’d upgrade my ass into one of the ‘Tulip Suites’ this thing is bigger then most houses in Australia. 3 bedroom, 2 bathroom, large lounge, kitchen, balcony etc. I mean it’s that large there’s more rooms than I got shit to spread round.
So I really think this bird shit thing is working out for me. What next?