I ate my cereals this morning from a mug. That pretty much sums up the horrendous of this place.
Now, let me set something clear, I can be a princessy and I can also live modestly and coming here I wasn´t expecting the same standard of living as back home. That being said, I almost got a heart-attack when I was brought here at the first night. It started when the car stopped in a suspicious-looking neighbourhood in front of a suspicious-looking house. Then the sensation got stronger when I saw the messy kitchen, the dirtier than dumster bathtub, the holes on the walls where there were switches (feel like sticking your finger to a hole in the wall with cables hanging out to get light?) and the floors which are just plain dirty.
I took my first shower, after I was told that you had to switch the heater switch up and down quickly to get hot water. What they forgot to tell me was that you only get hot water during a minute. This I realised when I had shampoo on the head and the freezing water started pouring down. So I got out of the shower, dried my hand (no need to get electrocuted) and repeated the switching thing, three times. Then I got to the bed and noticed that my ankles came out of it (apparently it´s only 170cm) and that you can really hear everything to the flat (the dogs, roosters, cats, old ramming tram, which sounds like a plane passing right down the street, the music from the near-by favela etc.).
The flat didn´t look any better in the daylight and after noticing that the tv and computer didn´t work (the computer is working now) and that the microwave and stove have some peculiariaties and that you wash the dishes with cold water, I pretty much wanted to take a taxi and drive to the nearest hotel. There´s also a window that can´t be closed (there are bars on the windows, though) and the front door looks really weak, which doesn´t calm me down at all, but at least the house looks as crappy from the outside than from the inside, so I don´t really think that anyone would think about robbing it.
I was supposed to meet my coordinator the day after I arrived, but he didn´t show up. I´m hoping to see him tomorrow since I want to discuss about my volunteer project, but more importantly I want to get translated to the guesthouse I was supposed to be staying in the first place. The good thing is that I haven´t paid anything yet and although the guesthouse is apparently full now, the volunteers are changing all the time, so I hope to switch when the first volunteer leaves. If not, I´m doomed to live in this shit-hole ( I don´t know if you can say that on the internet, can you?) during two months. De puta madre.
