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Water Trash (Agua) - Water Management and Conservation Issues
My Ensenda water cupeth not runeth (at all)...
Yet again today there was no H2O service in Chapultepec (the tony, upscale Chapultepec, overlooking...) Ensenada. I have ceased my interrogatories to CESPE (Baja's version of the Interior's CAPAMA). All my complaints and entreaties have fallen upon deaf pierced-ears.
My Mexican brothers and sisters can smell me before I come. Why, oh why, has this happened? In lieu of water I receive a litany of promises and facturas. So let us address the response(s) to the above:
1. Promises. "The water will be turned on shortly." "Shortly can be today, tomorrow or manana-to-the-max . "We are building a desalinization plant as we speak, or AS I LIE TO YOU!" Wonderful! So, hopefully within my lifetime, there will be an allocation of funds from D.F. and, hypothetically, say it will cost US$25,000,000....This means that 87% of the funds will be earmarked (ears, pierced of course) for General and Miscellaneous Administration costs, kickbacks, bribes, and tribute which returns to D.F., not as dollars, but the equivalent in pesos. What is left, a mere 13% will handsomely underwrite the most beautiful, ostentatious and needless office building in which petty functionaries can sit around all day wondering what the hell is going on. There will be no bathrooms in this edifice as there will be no water. However, since the bureaucrats manning this highrise to corruption, this monument to unmitigated lunacy, leave for lunch at 11:00 a.m. never to return until the following redundant morning, why would they need a bano?
2. Facturas. I do not pay them. Since CEPESA pretends to provide water, I in turn pretend to pay them.
None of this solves the immediate problem.
Yet again today. There is no water in Ensenada.
However, as a smelly footnote, I saw the Jefe of Comision Estatal de Servicios Publicos de Ensenada, shlepping an attaché case of money in his Gorgio Armani suit, five hundred dollar crock shoes and reeking of expensive cologne after one of his half-dozen Jacuzzi baths per day.
Next week I will provide you with his hacienda address so we can all bathe in peace.
