MTV's Cribs (the M stands for Malagasi)

So nobody over the age of 30 got the reference in the title but that's OK. It's been too long since I last made an entry. I wish I had some elaborate, awesome excuse but the truth is working this much is pretty damn tiring. If I'm not at work, playing street hockey (totally the next obese Wayne Gretzky right here), or at the gym chances are I'm talking to Lisa just before going to bed. The good news is working that much also makes the time pass quickly the bad news is I neglect to post up pictures that I took two weeks ago. Sorry!

Anyway - next in my series of moderately grammatically correct blog posts is a tour of the living situation here. A couple of Sunday's ago I went for a long walk and took a number of pictures that highlight the 8 plexes us rotational folk live in, the camp in general, and some of the walking paths. Without further ado I present - unit 5B!

Pretty glamorous - I know!

Now don't get too excited - this tin roofed concrete beauty isn't all mine! Oh no - you can cram 4 people into this side and another 4 into 5A which is the set of shutters on the far right. Inside these palatial manses you find:

The largest waste of space EVER!

I'd really like to talk to the fellow that thought this layout was a good idea. Each of the white doors is a hotel room containing a room less than half the size of the totally useless main area that nobody ever uses. There are couches in here, a table and chairs, a fridge (but no stove or anything to cook no) and a sink with non-potable water. I have in all my trips here before this never seen or heard of anyone using this area for anything... but it's there!

Another view of Wall Street - get it? It's big and useless? I am so witty.

So in the last picture on the left is my magical white door, the portal to the magical splendor that is 5B4.

Don't lie - you're totally impressed. The lack of weather stripping on the bottom of all the doors mean the cockroaches, frogs, and other bugs can get under! HOORAY FOR FRIENDS!

Entering through the door you are immediately faced with the business end of the room - the pooper / shower combo. Conveniently with no window or fan...... ... Yea.

Yea... I go through a lot of Febreeze. There is also a strict no pooping rule if the air conditioner is broken. I bet you wanted to know that didn't you. I won't get into the story of why that rule was created.

Turning to your right you are faced with the shortest hallway ever and the bedroom/office/tv/closet area AKA the remainder of the concrete motel 6.

Just look at that carpet. No expense spared at the finest Chinese carpet  vendor.

Two steps in and a turn to the left shows you the desk / bed.

Yes it is messy, no I don't have to clean it, the maid does. I hear they know the laundry fairy. :)

And last but not least inside this totally not prison-like concrete wonderment, the highlight of the room, the view out my window or as I like to call it, the road.

Honey - I'm getting you some of these beautiful curtains. 

This concludes our tour of the room. I was going to post more about the camp and do a quick tour but if I do that now I'll have to get creative on the weekend and find something else to write about. So instead I will leave you with this picture of a frog/toad/amphibious creature that greeted me after hockey on Wednesday.

WHATUP - IM A FROG! I was no doubt later eaten by some French person.