Today I woke up to rhythmic grunting.  I was a bit confused by the fact that Yano wasn’t around and some investigation led me to the bathroom where she was she pumping out sit-ups and push-ups like a man who’s been sentenced to jail.

Being married you learn not to ask questions, so I didn’t say anything.  200 sit-ups later (literally), I hear loud screams and the gush of water.  Yano was taking a cold shower in 0C degree weather, with no heating.  Whatever… I decided to wait for my hot bucket.

I asked for my bucket to be delivered, but the manager said it would be a few hours, so we went for breakfast.  The cafe in front had an excellent selection of western food and Yano wanted an omelet– something about she’s tired of curry for breakfast (wuss).  However, we forgot to read the fine print on the menu– in small leters it said: “Please allow one and a half hours to prepare any meal, as I need to go to town and buy vegetables to ensure the freshest ingredients”.  Now that’s what I call service– not speedy, but service nonetheless!

After breakfast, we went back to the guest house and I asked about the bucket.  The manager gives me a perplexed look and says, “I gave you water yesterday, right?”  Blink.  “I guess so”. — “Water tomorrow, not today.  We have water on Monday.  Water one day.  No water next day.  Water next next day”.

Yes!  I’m on alternating days for showers, cause I am not doing the cold bucket thing in freezing weather.  Yano still can’t feel her feet and it has already been 6 hours, but of course she’s a stud– and that’s why I married her.