We live in the third world but have a first world apartment

This is our apartment. The car is not ours. It's in a complex of about 20 other units.

This is the fence and the gate that surround the complex. There are 24 hour guards that's sleep next to the gate. They open it up manually for pedestrians and cars

This is our living room with cable TV. We get about 30 channels. About half of them are in English.

This is our kitchen and dining area. Granite countertops. No dishwasher or oven.

This is the second bedroom or office. Both the office and the bedroom have full baths.

This is our bedroom. Each of the major rooms have their own air conditioners. No heaters.

We have a maid who comes in every day and cleans the apartment. 2 or 3 days a week they also take out the laundry.

We also have a swimming pool. I have not tried it yet. The water is too warm to be refreshing. There is an exercise room with weight machines and a few free weights.

Are we have Internet that is reasonably fast and pretty reliable. The complex has an emergency generator that comes on whenever the power goes off. It probably comes on two or three times a week.

You can't drink the water. Although it may not be as bad as some places. We have a filter on our kitchen sink and brush our teeth with bottled water.

Both of the showers have their own small hot water heaters. They have limited capacity so occasionally will run out during a long shower. Fortunately the cold water temperature temperature is warm enough that it's not too uncomfortable.

We're surprised with the lack of bugs in the house. Occasionally will get a large cockroach and almost daily we have to kill a fly but it's not too bad. We've only had a few mosquitoes get inside of the house.  We do have one or two small geckos that are living in the house. We rarely see them but do occasionally hear them chirp at night.

The complex is kept very clean. Labor is cheap around here and so there's a pretty decent size maintenance staff. They are always washing down the walkways and cleaning.

When you're in the complex you forget where you're at. It's when you go out the gate and have to walk down a rutted dirt alley and then get in a beat up unair conditiond Taxi that you realize you're in a different place