It had to happen; 16 months of uninterrupted blogging has hit a blip. On Thursday our telephone line went down taking the internet with it. As our household relies on a permanent link to the outside world almost as much as a regular supply of oxygen, panic soon set in. Ringing the fault line told us that there were unspecified technical problems (we'd worked that one out ourselves) and a sweep of the neighbours showed every other house to be without a dialling tone. Husband set off to find the man in charge and brother-in-law was instructed to send warning shots from Ankara. We managed without for 24 hours then I set off to explore Bodrum's free WiFi spots. This involves drinking a lot of coffee and beer. I politely enquire if WiFi is on offer, a positive reply is exchanged for a beverage and then a password, which in each case DOESN'T WORK! In one cafe, a waiter took the WiFi sign down while I was sitting in front of it. Eventually a kind employee found the staff password and plugged me into the business internet. By this time I was so wired with coffee and beer that thinking straight was not an option.
I even ventured into Starbucks having forsworn this establishment and found that, despite large signs to the contrary, their wifi is as dodgy as their tax situation. After 48 hours off line, I have read a book and a half, which shows me how much good literature I'm missing in my addiction to the screen.
As I walked down to get my daily internet fix for today I came across this scene in one of Bodrum narrow lanes. There's always someone worse off, especially if you leave you car badly parked on a bus route. (The owner of the van came back later and was completely unaware of the traffic chaos he'd caused.)
Normal service will hopefully be resumed very soon.