After all this time making do without internet, after all these well-meaning friends advised me to get a smartphone (for god’s sake), because I will have such an easy life then, I know find, that they are partly right. To have the possibility to post photos from the top of a hill, is intriguing. It also takes time away from the time you usually spend with enjoying the views. You can find the location of the PC for example without the need to ask someone. Which saves me the trouble to listen to a description. But also the fun of getting yourself into situations you need locals to escape from. And unfortunately it doesn’t work in wide parts of the more remoter country, which is where I usually spend my time. Since I have started to drive up north some time last week, I have rarely had any signal at all and thus not been able to even get the weatherforecast. The sat nav has stopped cooperating, too. So I am back to the good old ways of communicating with locals. The barkeeper at Inchnadamph Hotel was definitely one of these nice side effects of that situation. Rereading that sentence made me laugh. It definitely sounds very funny. Well, to be more explicit: He was very pretty and nice to talk to. He has a lovely wife and a cute baby son. But my greatest desire he couldn’t satisfy anyway: a publicly available internet connection doesn’t exist. Still: I will be back and if only to see, whether I can somehow make him to jump over the bar again. He did that to show me the way to the bathroom (I would have needed a sat nav to find that one, too). I was very impressed.
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