We then headed for the house, stopping off to buy another gas cylinder, on arrival the downstairs access reja was still intact, so we could get in, and more work has been completed as you can see.
|Downstairs shower-room tiled|
|Kitchen Pantry built...correctly|
|Kitchen ceiling plastered|
|First Guest room Plaster-boarded|
|Second Guest room ceiling plastered.|
|Dining area walls made good|
|Tool Shed/Boiler Room built|
|Henri inspecting the workmanship!|
|They've even cut back the Platano!|
Henri decided that we could take a spur from the meter box in the road (all meters in the area are grouped on the nearest Mains electric Pole out in the road.) to power the workshop when it is built, this will be far easier than trying to lay a cable in conduit (no armoured cable here!) down the garden from the house, and have a separate fuse box in the workshop containing both 110V and 220V power.
We then went to the neighbour who we thought was giving us trouble, and spoke to the lad, who is the son, with his Rasta hair-do, which probably hasn't been washed since he was a baby!!!!! his name is Juan, and on the face of it he is very amenable, he said he was just having his breakfast, so we said we would call back, and went for a walk.
We stopped at La Chosca, which is the Bus terminus, and only about 100m from our gate, although because it is round a corner, you can't see it....ha!ha!ha!ha! well it is where the Buses come to an end, there are a line of plastic chairs on the pavement for waiting passengers, and two Bars/SnackBars across the road, so we called in for a soft drink, after which we headed further uphill, and found a small corner shop, which will be useful, and next door to that a Billiards Hall, with one table, we might have to fight over that one.
Continuing onwards and upwards, we were passing bigger and bigger properties, very well maintained, and obviously monied people.
One had some very big dogs wandering around the grounds, which will make Pépe look a bit like a puppy on the prowl, when he moves in!!
There are certainly some lovely houses, and I am sure with prices to match, but whether we are the poor neighbour or not, we are happy with our lot!
We then returned to talk with Juan, he was pleasant enough, especially with Marcela! and said that he could not make the decision it would have to be his mother who was only there on Sundays, as she worked away.
Juan invited us into the garden to view the problem, and I think half the problem is that 'Don Pedro' and his cronies did not do a very good job of sealing the brickwork, they had splashed some bitumen paint on the bricks, and it was obvious they had missed much of the brick.