My mom lived in Namibia for a while, and she was telling me about her house. I asked if she had a water heater. No, she said, the pipes aren't buried, so the water comes in hot. If you want cold water, you put it in the refrigerator.
This hits home. I cannot tell you how many times I've volunteered to take someone to the airport, and how many people have volunteered to make an airport run for me. Where I live, that means at least a three-hour round trip. And it was just this week that I was "gifted" way more zucchini than I could ever use, so I handed off some to my SIL, more than she could ever use. At the same time, I understand how the gift of privacy is the most valuable thing one can offer to a city dweller.