I am hoping that my old gas water tank will hold. I purchased a tankless water heater in 2005, when my house was almost done with renovation, but they said that I need an additional breaker panel. So the tank is there on the wall but not working---- When I was in Indonesia, every day I took a 'bath'--it meant, scooped cold water from a relatively large pool with water from a faucet, and pour it over myself and also on my head to wash my hair, with about the 90's F / in the 30s C degrees weather. At least the temperature these days, at least where I live has been comparable to the temperature in Jakarta during the time you did not have hot water-----and so be grateful that it did not happen in Winter----
@SallyG: It is bad in Florida w/o AC, although when I was living in Jakarta there was no AC available, but there were lots of cross ventilations built on the walls, and also ceiling fans in the homes. My grandmother's big house in a small town in West Java have such good ventilation that it was always cool in the house----and town is near the coast, not even in the mountains---- I used to love to stay in my grandmothers' home, both of them. My father's old home was in Indramayu, I think it is still there--with all those ventilations and a yard enclosed by a tall wall on one side: his mother used to put a banana leaf container of fresh flowers with fine sliced pandanus leaves, including some special perfume on the bed so the bedroom smelled so good. And my mother's mother lived in a different town not too far away, but in a different province in West Java, her house plus the leather factory buildings were distroyed in 1947 during the attempt of the Dutch to re-occupy Indonesia. I loved to stay there too, we had to pump water to get the faucet going, and we, children took baths under that pump----the garden between the factory and the house had lots of huge trees and tamed wild animals that my 2 uncles loved (including tamed monkeys and a big tamed snake that I NEVER touched. But at night I was always lulled to sleep by the sound of frogs-- oh how I loved that, it sounded so peaceful and soothing-----She had a big store that sold everything you can imagine, including a single gasoline station that was outside the store. The whole town was basically where all my mother's relatives lived and was completely destroyed. Everyone fled to the capital city of the province and lost everything. When they went back to the village after the war was over, nothing was left, everything overgrown with plants and weed, even nothing was left of the leather factory, all those machinery were gone. I also remembered the rose geraniums and Peacock bushes were-----No hot water in either houses for baths. Back then even the hotels did not have hot water-----I think the first hotel that had hot water and heated swimming pool, and elevators (no escalators anywhere--I was introduced to escalators in Frankfurt, Germany in 1964!) was Hotel Indonesia in Jakarta was finished in August 1962.
