As the apartment was booked by Jim, Jim called the guy to get the key. He had no idea where the apartment was exactly!
The owner (or not) told him to follow his car and off we went to find our apartment. Jim and the Indian guy went up a Pink block.
Then they came back down and Jim laughed, “It wasn’t that apartment.”
It was another block. In BLUE. To match the sky.
“Indians, blue ah,” someone said. It didn’t look good from outside – the road was practically empty of people and almost of the shops were closed.
Our floor was.. no guessing since it was cheap, the top. The inside was wayyyy a lot better than the exterior.
Being the single person there, I checked out the bedrooms 1 by 1.
3rd bedroom – I didn’t take the picture figuring I’d have time to do so when I sleep at night. It was a double decker! *Phew*
At a restaurant, we ordered Chinese dishes and white rice.