A leaky u-bend meant a search for a plumber today, our usual man in times of need is still engaged on the neverending rebuild of our old apartment in San Blas, so it was down to Abad to recommend someone.
Equally dentally challenged, Santiago (not him and the least said at the moment the better) is a wizened wizard of pipework and the suchlike.
If Esther hadn't forgotten her handbag and left him to wait in the hardware shop it would have been over in no time.
He is coming back on Thursday to replace a similarly dodgy u-bend in Moni.
I took my passport over to Magda to so that she can apply for a permit to enter the jungle, she also gave me a rainforest plant to make tea from to cure my aches and pains.
On the subject of which, when I got to Peru I was still taking 20 or so pills a day, now I am taking none.
I do have the occasional day when it flares up again but nothing like before.
What I am concerned about is a literal pain in the arse I've got, for days I've been thinking it's a reaction to the injections I had but today I'm not so sure.