el crispito

Okay, so maybe I lied about it being like the worst bathroom in Scotland. Yet when you're trying to keep people interested in the story of an apartment a million miles away, you have to use a little artistic license. Still, there are aspects about it that force me to close my eyes and think of England whenever I'm showering in there.

First, the general overview. Bear in mind, we've added a few things that are necessary for using the thing. You would not believe how much just having something another color than the pinkish-brown tile staring back at you improves the scene.

Note that the toilet paper has to rest on the toilet itself, because there is no device for holding it in the wall-mounted receptacle. I guess along with the stove and the fridge, that's yet another thing that tennants provide and take with them when they go.

Then this photo shows the lighting situation a little better. This is the state of ALL the lighting in our apartment at the moment.

This is the track for the door to the shower, after REPEATED attempts to clean it.

This is a shot of the "well-worn" tile and the mysterious gummy spot that I'm going to have to remove with some kind of scraper.

This is the prison shower style window that is in the shower itself...

...and the huge rusting metal lever that, in theory, is to open and close it. In fact, it seems permanently stuck open.

I'm sparing you a shot of the toilet seat that is only attached on one side, which won't stay up when you raise it, and I already replaced the showerhead that was rusted and oozing with some orange colored funk. They must have cleaned the toilet bowl between our first viewing the apartment and our arrival, because now all that remains in it is a brown line at the water level that we can't get out. Before, it had a uniform black coating of some substance on everything below the water level.