Have Tech, Will Travel

… Even without tech, I will travel – or more precisely, with tech that doesn’t work and is little more than ballast in my backpack – dammit, I WILL TRAVEL.

I know I’m just grouchy, but having both a dead phone (of my own fault) and a little lap top – brought especially so that I could connect with people “back home” by connecting to the internet on a regular basis – that steadfastly refuses to connect to the internet, even on an irregular basis, I think I am entitled to be a bit miffed. Actually, I’m more than a bit miffed – I’m pissed off!

So here I am, typing away, unsure if/when I will ever get this posted.

I spent half an hour trying to get my phone charged at a little kisok and trying too to convince myself that I need to buy a phone charger that I’ll not be able to use outside the UK – and failing to convince myself – but getting my phone back with less than 20% charge – (and wanting to use my phone for an alarm clock and as an emergency phone) I WILL have to buy one in Oxford tomorrow. The whole phone incident reminds me of my New Zealand trip when I spent time during several days popping in and out of camera shops looking for somewhere that sold the battery than my camera used so that I had two batteries (NEVER travel with only ONE camera battery – you will be sorry).

In NZ I also winged and complained about the slowness of the internet – slow or not at least it worked. But now here, in the UK, I sit staking up posts and worrying that my fans (all three of them – oh how I flatter myself) will loose interest before I can even generate any interest

Hopefully Oxford will solve all my problems, fingers crossed.

Oh, yes, today I spent an obscene amount of time in Shrewsbury in a damn shop looking at phone accessories, I got lost in the town twice, went a wrong direction a couple of times and also took a side-trip out to Ironbridge and The Iron Bridge. Due to the timetables, I had 5 minutes or 2 hours and 5 minutes there – I opted for the longer time. Ironbridge is a little village that’s main claim to fame is the iron bridge built over a gorge – I believe it is the oldest iron bridge in the UK – but don’t quote me on that.

The village was pretty and quiet (the day was overcast, so few people were out and about). I wandered up and down the main street a couple of times, toyed with going into a museum and opted instead to wander along a grassy path beside the river.

It was a nice relaxing afternoon to help offset the stress of my technical difficulties.