Once again the picture is meaningless but at least it's different. The good news is that the power cut didn't materialise and, more importantly, omelette returned for breakfast. Less good was the visit to the apartment:
Big disappointment this morning. The apartment was huge: lounge twice the size of ours, slightly smaller dining room, kitchen twice the size of ours with large fridge-freezer, cooker etc, huge bathroom with shower, toilet and huge bath, plus garden, private barbeque on a large balcony with hidden washing machine and access to tennis court and swimming pool but a 40 minute drive from where I need to be. That drive was by a guy who was quite happy hooting pedestrians and hand carts out of the way, changing lanes at will and, at one point over taking a cart drawn by an unwilling bull. Even if I had a car it would take me more than an hour each way and I don't intend getting a car in this city of lunatic drivers. So a visit to the 'studio meuble' this afternoon I think.
The visit to the studio was very different: a bit grubby and not very secure but £100 cheaper and exactly where I want:<15 minute walk from the Ministry where I hope to be working and passing the Brajas so, hopefully, I can call in on my way to or from the ministry to use their wi-fi free of charge.
I also saw Brian/Jean-Jacques/Tihan and he introduced me to a stall holder who says he knows a room that may be available "very secure, nice area (up that f******** hill towards the palace) with water, electricity, toilet, bed, everything you need". So I have said I will walk up there AGAIN tomorrow at 9.30 to check it out. Don't really have high hopes but in 3 days I have probably arranged a job and somewhere affordable to live, not been bitten, seen a game of rugby (this afternoon) and got lost several times but always found my way home. Not bad.