To 404
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Mon 22 Jan 2018 23:57
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Moving in to
404
  We were awoken this morning by a
thrumming noise. Outside a chap was busy preparing
Beez for Jimmy’s spraying skills. No idea what this beavering chap looks
like because all we could see was the whites of his eyes. Must chat to him
properly when he is standing on the ground. His eyes smiled but there was no
delaying him. At ten o’clock we bimbled to the hotel behind Beez to meet Ms
Ling’s associate.
 Marina Island
Resort and Hotel has many apartments for hire. Lots of yachties have
moved in whilst major work has been done to their boats. Something we discussed
at length and decided (with the help of our lovely insurers to do). We get out
at the fourth floor and our pint-sized guide lets us in. We sign some paperwork
and head back down to reception to find the electric and water metres.
  Pint-size had rung ahead as she had
no idea where to find the meters, reception handed us
to a maintenance man, who took us through a series of doors to his back passage.
404 electric was thoughtfully placed next to 503 two walls away from all the
other fours, it only took us ten minutes to search through the banks of meters.
That done, there was more discussion about finding the water meter – right
outside the front door, pictures taken we bade farewell to our guide, must find
out her name....... Keys in hand we explore our new digs.
  We had arrived with a couple of cases
full of important stuff and we began in the bedroom,
bedding was soon swapped for ours.
 Bernie, Claude and Bobby only met
Minh in the early hours of the morning and were now in need to be allowed to
wear off their party excesses. Beds assures me “the
boys will all be well in a few hours or so........promise, it was Minh
introducing us to rice wine with snake venom had us all on the wobble, even
Killick got giggly”. We would have liked to have seen that, that’s for
sure.
 The
bathroom comes next, an odd layout really. In the bedroom we have a door
that either slides over the cupboard or the bathroom door which gets us to the
hand basin. A glass door gets us into the main bit and next to the bath is the
shower area with a big head half way along the room. The louver windows above the bath are fixed open so I can only
hope the mosquitos have better invites elsewhere. The toilet is opposite the
door from the hall. I spent some time walking round in circles whilst
unpacking.
  The kitchen is
even stranger. On the right a microwave, on the left a grilly-thingy, a
cold tap with a filter-thingy. No hot water. In the utility room an open space,
that is, open to the world behind the washing machine (oooo that sounds good)
with a bamboo blind covering it. A metal shelf unit with a hot plate on it with
silver heat resistant foam behind. So no oven, cooker, odd.
  Oh Deep Joy. A
fridge freezer, the only thing I have ever missed (other than family and
friends) about living aboard Beez Neez. In the top of the freezer are two natty
ice cube drawers, when the ice is made you turn a handle and the ice falls in
the drawers below. What fun. I may need to have ice just so I can keep filling
it.
 Bear takes a
breather in the lounge (huge TV but nothing in English but our media
player works, films and episodes, just like home). I shoved the settees along a
bit and moved an odd lounger to be able to split the two dining room tables to
make one a sewing table and one for its proper use.
 On the balcony no furniture but a
massive clothes airer, put straight to
use.
 View looking straight
out.
 View looking right. I have made a firm
pledge for us to have one day off a week and actually use the pool.
 At two o’clock we hired one of the
marina cars, which turned out to hysterical. Unbeknownst to us, there was an ant
nest in the cool air blower. On it went and we were both covered in frightened
ants, they were in Bear’s fur wondering what had happened. Opening and closing
the doors saw loads more scurrying. All this time aboard we have never (touch
wood and whistle) ever had ants indoors, Bear found a red ant nest once in one
of the winches in the cockpit and they were none too pleased at being disturbed.
Shopping done, we borrowed the trolley to bring it
back. I actually sat in front of the fridge to get the full effect of filling
it. Freezer full and stuff away it was time for a game of backgammon. Next shock
was seeing a cockroach big enough to put a saddle on and call it an Olympian.
Took a while but finally bested, note for Bear to bring back a supple of roach
and ant hotels from Beez during his lunch break. Missing Beez terribly already
but with floors and ceilings coming up and down and the thrumming sander, it is
the best decision.
ALL IN ALL FOR THE RIGHT
REASONS I KEEP TELLING MYSELF
SUCH LANDLUBBING, VERY
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