As promised, pictures of my room. Because this is about the cleanest it’s going to get for the next four months, so it was now or never.
The first experience I have of coming home to my new room is feeling like the seediest person ever. The building itself looks like a cross between a warehouse and an old government office. I swipe a card to enter the side door, where I head up the back stairs to a secret rooftop surrounded by buildings. On the other side, I swipe to enter again, skirt around the next set of concrete, pale blue, only-used-by-the-maintenance-guys-and-drug-dealers stairs. My room is through a third swipe door, surrounded by six others, all in brick and concrete.
Here’s the secret rooftop, by the way: It’s actually my favourite part of this building:
This is the bed. It’s a double. Eat it, Burgmann.
And the rest of the room:
And this is what I see when I sit down at my computer:
However, not everything always works entirely smoothly. I mentioned last time about those adapters? Yeah, well, turns out there’s a problem with them.
Because of the way they’re set up, (i.e. mostly for European plugs, with a provision for Australian if you must, some of my plugs don’t want to go into them. My laptop plug works OK. Little laptop? No. Phone? You’re kidding, right?
I expect the room will look a little more lived-in once I have crockery, cutlery, and friends.