Decadence

 We have apartment 207 in the Palm Beach building in the Lakeside complex.

And if that sounds suspiciously like we’ve slipped back to Florida I can only agree. This place is neat and tidy with squads of gardeners and cleaners on hand keeping everything shipshape. 

Dogs are welcome and bags are provided next to the trash cans and everyone  picks up after their miniature manicured balls of fluff. 

We paying about $1100 for the month for a sort of studio as the bedroom is behind a screen not a door but we also get a covered patio which in these temperatures is delightful.

GANNET2 is across the street from the RV workshop at the mechs if where we will hopefully get a new Brazilian alternator to power our house batteries from the engine. Denir (on the left) says he can fit a locally supplied alternator and will also check our undercarriage -wheels brakes joints and bearings after the rough driving we did in Amazonia. By which time our electrical upgrade parts should be ready to install according to Alessandro owner of the RV workshop. 

Now we are getting settled and organized in our apartment and we may be here for a bit as Alessandro says he may need until January 20th to install our new panels air conditioning and associated parts. It’s longer than we’d like but we aren’t in a position to shorten the time. Our landlord Juan, an English speaking transplanted Argebtinecssys we can extend our stay so that’s good.

I’m focusing on how good it will be back on the road with enough power to live off grid a while longer, to sit at a beach and not need to plug in for a few days. I wish it were tomorrow but we are lucky to find and afford this place to stay for a while. Rusty loves it. 

He was not happy as we packed up in Cristalle’s apartment to make the move. When no van appeared but instead his bed magically appeared in a new apartment he perked right up. A terrace, cool temperatures, and a walk when he wants and Rusty is happy. 

Martin Parr died a few days ago and I was sorry to hear it though he had been dealing with cancer. He was a British photographer known for his quirky documentation of the eccentricities of daily British life particularly on the beach. I was thinking of him as I walked with Rusty on the lakeshore yesterday morning. 

It rained a bit but it tends to do that this time of  year.  We thought we had left our umbrella in an Uber so when I went to the bank I bought three Chinese replacements for 100 reals ($18).

Alessandro found our brolly in his office so now we have four. I hope we have enough to get through the next six weeks in Brasilia.