Even though I feel at home now up here it still feels like camping. Imagine staying on the same camping ground for months on end. Your tent is a mess and you clean up every now and again. That is similar to life up here. My sleeping cabin is full of paper and things I used recently. I put them aside so that the free-floating paper and pens do not wake me up at night. Once a week I clean up my sleeping cabin. The toilet is the thing that reminds me of camping the most. A small pot is all we have. But we get used to it. Recently the toilet was broken. We had to remove the full urine tanks by hand. Normally drinking water is automatically filled from recycled urine (but also from sweat and condensation from breathing). We had to fill the recycling system by hand as well. Fortunately we are real plumbers now. The toilet has been repaired… Read on...