Oh god the things they don’t tell you when you’re in a new country because it seems so blatantly obvious.
Hunting down a drinking water supplier has been a 2 week saga, and I only figured out how to do this because I um, asked a barista at a cafe. I kid you not. I walked up to a stranger and said, “hey, you work in the area I live in, how do you get your drinking water?”.
Luckily for me, the barista took pity on me and instead of saying, “go get your own honey smacks” actually gave me a straight answer.
So apparently this is how it works.
Each area has a drinking water supplier. I kind of imagine them to be godfather-like dons, cackling as they roll around with their hundreds of kegs of water, holding desperate thirsty people to ransom.
Anyway, you track one down, then you order a dispenser and two of these bottles of water for the dispenser because they don’t deliver just one. When you get one, it becomes markedly easier from then on as they paste their name and contact number on the dispenser.
You then text every time you need a delivery…and pay in cash.
Is this sounding more and more like a drug deal? Yes, I thought so. Refer to Godfather reference above.
This is after I was told my dispenser was out of stock the previous week and they’d call me when it was back in.
So I ordered my water, they called to confirm, and they wouldn’t give me a time for when they’re delivering the water. It was “sometime today or tomorrow morning”.
Well then, don’t mind me while I slowly mummify in the corner.
What do you do if you’re out? You know, like if you have a full time job? Is taking a day off from work to receive your water a legitimate thing?
Luckily, I live in an apartment with a concierge, so it won’t be that big of a drama. I’ll just do some crossfit training with 2 x 20L bottles whenever I get home. It’ll be fine.
I can’t open a bottle of Doritos salsa mind you, but I’ll be fine. Just fine.