It’s rainy season, which has started a little early this year. Most afternoons there are torrential downpours, filling gutters and spilling into the streets. Funnily enough, during the rainy season, for some weird reason, there are water shortages. The water just gets cut off. No warning, no explanation. Sometimes for a couple of hours, sometimes for most of the day.
But a couple of weeks ago something unusual happened. We got a letter advising us, in advance, that for two weeks the water would be turned off from 2pm to 6pm, Monday to Friday. Advance warning! Miracles do happen! But what is the point …. read more.
So began my post on May 17th 2008. I wrote quite a few posts over the years about water. It has to be said, the last six months or so I was in the Distrito Federal, there were no major problems with out water supply. But during the entire six years? It was infuriating. And not something I miss. Here in the depths of rural England, the water supply is just fine. When I turn the tap on, I know that water will come out. Everytime. As an added bonus, I can actually drink the stuff. Straight from the tap. Bless the maker. We even have rivers here. Sea too, although this is where Mexico wins back favour. You can swim in Mexican seas without fear of being turned into a human sized iceberg.