Wednesday, December 21, 2011

The least-est, worst-est job of all. . .

Is when it's time to re-do the septic drain lines.

In the country out here, everyone is on the septic system, which works reasonably well. In the cities, they have sewers, just like back in the States.

However, when you have families coming into a tree house and the children bring little toys that are prone to being lost down a drain, that's where the real problem arises.

It will block up the tank and cause a backflow that is not the best odor by any stretch. "Sopa la septico" is the phrase that we've coined here, and it's not good at all.

Luckily, the crack team of Miguel Gerardo and myself can go in, dig up the mess, repair the damage and have everything smelling rosy in a matter of hours. The actual work itself can bring tears to some folks' eyes--fortunately, not the guests.

After being here for coming on three years, our olfactory senses are attuned to the smell of a bum tank, and we're able to get on it the same day, or the next if it's too late.

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