They say bad luck comes in threes. I think we had more than three this weekend. After having my mobile stolen, and as I forgot to add in my previous blog, the heels on my shoes breaking, we returned home to find the gate to our house bolted from the inside. After breaking several hairpins in failed attempts to slide the latch back, we at least knew that future thieves would have met their match here. Only when my hair was completely loose did the neighbours’ dog come to our rescue by waking its master up, who I am sure wouldn’t have cared if we were thieves as long as the dog shut up.
The next day, the toilet broke, the electricity cut out and I was house bound due to communication problems from no mobile phone and very unreliable internet supplies. To make up for this, the following day I suggested a trip to the paradise beaches nearby. Waiting to pick a friend up in the car, the battery cut out. My boyfriend tried in vain to push start the car (I’m sure you can’t push start automatic cars though right? Answers on a postcard… hang on… email better) but soon had to admit defeat and phone a friend. My afternoon was at least spent in a rather over air conditioned local café, ordering several different coffees trying to explain the concept of a cappuccino. After a bica, a café and a galoa, the car was back in action.
However, after a desperate attempt to drive to a bar for a consolatory beer, the battery cut out again and we were forced to make another SOS call to the same, if slightly more stressed friend.
Some days you just wish you had stayed in bed. I just hope I don’t have bed bugs.
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