Anyway, the other 2 roomates, one is supposedly hooked up all over town so hopefully I can hit the town with some people and not be that tourist at the end of the bar crying in his drink. haha. Actually, a lot of the bars here have no bar stools so that makes it even worse. I've actually been too busy to go out yet anyway. I went down to my hotel bar Tuesday night for a drink and started talking to this one drunk dude who had an accent thicker than I have ever heard. Turns out he's from the Highlands of Scotland. I made the mistake of telling him that my grandmother was from Scotland to which "Ewww-en" (Ewan) replied, "Ah, ya ne'er beeen to Scootland? Aye, what r ya wait'in fur? GO HOME!! Your grand muver iz turn'in in hur grrrave! GO HOME!" At which point he left to go have a smoke, so I started chatting it up with some New Zealanders and about every 30 minutes for the next 2 hours I would just hear out of nowhere, "GGGO HOME!". haha, classic. here's some pics of my new digs. See the red dot for the location. I gotta be out of here by Dec 23rd but that should give me enough time to find another place.

Living room:

Bedroom:

Bedroom view:

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For the record, neither your grandmother nor her parents are from Scotland. Maybe your great-great-great grandparents. But it does make a nice story. :-)
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