Move Delayed

 We were supposed to move into the apartment yesterday but it wasn’t ready so the plan now is Tuesday afternoon.

There was some good news though inasmuch as there is a terrace and we were not expecting  that. Quite the bonus it is too:

It comes with a suicide net and I’m pretty sure Rusty is going to enjoy sitting out. I will too because temperatures are comfortable outdoors. 

The second piece of good news is it costs us less than expected, down to $1050 for a month including utilities and WiFi. By US standards it’s affordable and the complex is kept up well. We’re in the Palm Beach building between Tampa Bay and Key West; I kid you not.

I went into town for a quick bank run as we have to carry cash to the RV shop. It’s weird in a country that pays for about everything with credit cards this business only takes cash or Brazilian bank transfers. So we have to hump wads of 100 real bills ($18). 

So I took a short walk after I pulled money from the ATM at Banco Bradesco ( which we call Brad’s Bank). 

I have explained it’s not hot here, not at all like it was on the equator and then here on the street I pass a guy in a puffy jacket…and there I was comfortable in a t-shirt. 

They love bright colors on their weird cement blocks of buildings. 

This was some kind of Intramodal transit station. Brasilia has two metro lines , orange and green, and this place seemed like a combined metro station/car parking lot/bus station. 

Brasilia is built on a huge plain at 3500 feet so there is lots of space to build all the cement tower blocks you want. 

And in between they have wide boulevards, green spaces and huge bicycle paths and pedestrian walkways. 

I think it was a chess match in progress and under observation. I was on the wrong level to get closer and see the moves. 

I saw a giant ad for the iPhone 17, a  reminder we’re still using our iPhone mini 12s. We’ve been on the road a while. 

I think you have to create an account to pick up one of the electric scooters. Brasilia is so spread out I might  be tempted. 

They say Brasilia is the safest city in the country and I can believe it. 

There’s space to spare in this very odd urban creation. I have no idea what this is (below), a park or a path or modern art? I don’t know. 

This cafe was advertising a training course for heavy machinery operators. Why? I have no clue. 

Once we get settled I want to try to figure this city out. Right now I can’t figure where the hell downtown is for a start. 

Rusty making friends. 

Waiting To Move

 Monday morning we get the keys to an apartment in the neighboring apartment building in this complex.

It’s a sort of studio with a partitioned bedroom apparently, for $1250 through January 7th when we hope GANNET2 will be finished and ready.

It’s supposed to rain all week which isn’t so bad as it just cools the air and we can live comfortably with the windows open. I longed for this when we were baking in the Guyanas. 

I spent the afternoon reading, petting Rusty who for a change didn’t get up with a sigh to walk away.

We walked down to the lake in the meandering style of a dog chasing his nose.

Layne and Christelle went to the mall and got their toenails done or something.

There was a party at the bar above the shrimp restaurant with a photographer in attendance. 

“God and Faith” on the dumpster. Odd.