I forgot to mention in my previous post that Chris, one of the landlords stopped by that night to attend to the issues we’d raised. He fixed the lighting problems promptly and then went to tackle the dryer. After several minutes, he walked back into the living room with a piece of the dryer door in his hand. “It seems the problem has gotten worse,” he said. Not only could he not figure out how to start the dryer either, but he had broken a piece off the door in his attempts. My traveling companions and I were happy that a) it hadn’t been one of us who had broken the door, and b) we were in good company in not being able to work the dryer.
Our clothes air dried…eventually.