le 9 novembre Last Monday, I returned to my room after breakfast to hear a ::pshhhhh:: noise coming from the bathroom. That’s never good. I opened the door to find the place where the hot water pipe fixes into the shower apparatus spewing water. Immediately, I sought out the nearest nun and found Sr. Rose. She showed me where to turn off the water to my room, and told me to inform Sr. Gisele of this problem so that we might call a plumber. Later in the day, I found the cold water pipe, too, had turned into a mini geyser. Is this a joke??!
That afternoon when Sr. Gisele called the plumber, he was all the way in Butare. He would be in Kigali by Wednesday and could be in Gisenyi on Friday. Friday came and went, and no plumber. At last on Saturday my knight in shining armor arrived. After almost a full week of ice-cold bucket baths and fetching water to flush, I would have the luxury of running water!
But I guess that’s what you would call “getting your hopes up.”
The shower apparatus itself was no good, was the result of his findings. This was all that was translated for me, and I was left wondering when if ever this man would come back to restore water to my room. (And I mean my room – everyone else in the house had water flowing from their faucets!)
Yesterday, I returned from a great session tutoring Diane to find a shiny, new shower apparatus had been installed. Does that mean…? ::qwurrrr:: AH! AT LAST! I can’t tell you the joy in my heart I felt to see water running again. To think that this is a luxury now! Alas, my luck would not last. A mere twelve or thirteen hours after my water was restored, the water for all of Gisenyi went out. Of course.
The worst part of irony to this story? I didn’t even have the opportunity to take a real shower in that small window of opportunity!
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