The Last Drop

Things were looking up yesterday. The relocation company has been picked! The hotel decided that our move will be organized under the inspective eye of 'Tubbs'. Yes, the open-shirt man!

They didn't choose MY favourites (AGS for example, thanks Connie that was a good tip) but anyway our things are going to leave the house, INSH'ALLAH on Saturday. That is a relieve already. After the booking of this packing day, I immediately started to stalk another department in the hotel, concerning our flight tickets. I didn't have the guts to book the flight tickets yet, with the uncertainty of not knowing when they could start the packing, Murphy's law, you know...

Now it is going to look like our things are going to arrive before US in Amsterdam. The hotel can not find suitable tickets for the 1st of October (Eypt is celebrating Eid El Fitr from the first of October).The tickets I proposed would cost over $1000 each and they don't feel like paying that. Cheapo's!! Aaaah!

Alright, let's not throw the towel yet, I will find someting for sure. WE ARE GOING TO LEAVE ON THE 1ST OF OCTOBER, WATCH ME!

Now, Excuse me, I have to go and try wash my hair in this bucket of water (see pic).

Of course just when you don't have much time, the water starts to cheat on us as well. This morning there was a small stream of water and stupid me, didn't pick up this signal early enough and managed to save only half a bucket of water.