When I was a boy my grandparents had a cottage that didn't yet have inside plumbing. This meant that the only toilet was an outhouse behind the cottage. "Indoor plumbing" meant you had a toilet inside, and believe me, in northern Michigan where the temperatures get to -20 F at night (-32C) it was no mere luxury.
Which brings me to our little house here in Addis. We live in what is considered a ritzy neighborhood (Bole). It's close to shops, restaurants, my office, etc. There is no crime and the streets are quiet. The house, though, has, well, issues. The electricity in the back 1/2 of the house works about 1/2 the time. The electricity in the front 1/2 surges so badly that we go through light bulbs like M&M's at a pre-school picnic. And the water...
Oh, the water issues. At first we didn't have any: when describing the shower I didn't know whether to use "dribble" or "trickle." Our landlord, bless him, installed a pump which helped a little. Then the water would just run out, about mid afternoon. Doing without electricity is one thing. Doing without water is harder (no washing or going to the bathroom). The landlord installed an extra tank to hold water that came in when there was some, to use when there wasn't any, and another pump to put the water up on the roof tank. Then, about a month ago, we noticed paint blistering on a lot of the walls, down low. After looking for mold, etc, and repairing the paint once, the cause became apparent: the old pipes couldn't take the good pressure and were leaking into the concrete walls.
To fix the problem the landlord sent a plumber, who quickly installed new pipes, inside the rooms. Let me repeat: the water pipes now run inside the kitchen and both bathrooms, not inside the walls. Oy.