21/10 : Zamalek cleaning services Inc.

Hi there! I'm very happy with the appartment. The area Zamalek is very quiet. I had a good night's sleep, because there is no noise in the streets. After breakfast we went to say hello to Ilona at the NVIC. Then we went to the Alphamarket, a supermarket where you can find almost anything, except towels (we just really couldn't find any! i forgot to bring one, so i have to use one of Quentin now). We had to buy a lot of things, like knives, insectspray, food, water, sponges, etc. We then took a taxi back home, because we had so much to carry. In the taxi we heard some funny music : arabic disco! A woman with a Donna Summer-like voice was singing arabic tunes, while the instruments were playing disco-feverish beats. I had truly never heard anything like it.
Back in the appartment we tried to take the elevator upstairs, but once we had arrived on the 5th floor, the door wouldn't open. I had seen the bawab's son pull something at the right of the door, so we tried to pull it, but suddenly the elevator went back down. A boy opened downstairs and looked surprised to see us back (he had seen us enter the elevator). We went back up, and were again unsuccesful in opening the door. When we arrived back downstairs for the second time, the boy must have thought we wre retarded =)! The bawab's son helped us open the door, and we swore never to take the elevator again.
The rest of the afternoon we spent cleaning the appartment very thoroughly. Armed with Dettol-spray, a desinfectant sanatizer and the arabic version of Mr Proper, we cleaned the kitchen (again), the living room, the bedrooms and the bathroom. Now, three days ago i was hyperventilating when i saw the first cockroach. I am very proud to say that now i'm getting used to it. I have seen 5 cockroaches today, 2 near the refrigerator and 3 in the bathroom. We killed the motherfuckers (excuse my french) with a very powerful cockroach spray. I'm sorry, Quentin killed them, because i'm still too afraid to come near them.
The carpet in the living room we hung outside the window and we hit it with a cleaning device, and we sneezed a lot.
When we were lying half dead on the sofa after all this cleaning in the heat, the doorbell sang. I poened, and a man said he came to check the electricity metre. This was odd, i thought, since we've only moved in yesterday. I let him check the metre, he noted something, and then he said : cash money, 904 pounds! When hell freezes over, said Quentin, and we showed him our contract. He looked at the date, and he went away. We think he thought that we were the former owners. So i believe that they will get a bill in the letterbox of their new appartment very soon!

Later we suddenly realised that our refrogerator wasn't working properly. The bawab came, and tomorrow they will come to repair it. In the meantime, we cooked everything that was in the freezer, so that we can put it away in the refigerator who is a bit less cold.

This is where i leave you, my time on the internet is running out.

Thanks a lot for your comments, i really appreciate it. Sorry i can't write back personally, but i go on the internet with pre-paid cards, and i have only one hour per time.

Byebye