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Travel Journal, 26

Connection

My eyes opened. Turning over in the bed, I picked up my cell phone and checked the time. The bright screen showed 3:00 a.m. I was not surprised.

“Sweetheart,” I whispered, “are you awake?”

“Yep,” came the very awake-sounding voice of sleep-deprived wife.

Ah, jet lag, you enemy of travel. You unwanted companion of every trip. We turned on the light and rolled out of bed. This was our first night in Salzburg, Austria. The next few nights would go easier, but the jet lag would have its grip on us until the end of our trip. After we ate a snack, I looked at the top bar on the screen of my cell phone. It was connected to the free internet provided by the tiny inn.

Over the past decade, internet connection and connective communication has changed more than anything else in travel. Wireless internet is now readily available in almost every café, hotel, gift shop, and even city. Most of the time we travel we simply wait to use our phone until we connect to one of those free sources. And when we want constant connection, we always have the option to rent a wireless internet device.

In Tokyo, for example, one simply has to walk through the airport to see booths renting hotspots for a reasonable price. For 20 bucks, I can throw a little device into my backpack. Everybody traveling with me can then connect to the internet. It’s brilliant. The more technical connective option is to use a different SIM card. But that’s a deeper level of geek than I’m willing to get into right now.

Twenty years ago, many places across the world had spotty (if any) land-line telephone service. Running lines and poles and making physical space for the telephone is more involved than you may think—and unreliable. At some point in the past couple of decades, technology jumped from not being able to have a land-line telephone, directly to crystal clear cell phone service. It’s mind-blowing.

“Should we call my parents?” I said.

“What time is it there?”

“Oh, about 6 p.m. yesterday.”

I tapped the free app on my phone and it began to ring. Soon, the smiling faces of my mom and dad in California popped onto the screen.

Worldwide connection has not made travel less interesting or less valuable. It has made travel more accessible, doable. Connectivity allows the traveler to share experiences and keep in touch with loved ones.

Easy worldwide connectivity is one of the most positive aspects of modern travel.  

 

anthony forrest

Travel Journal, 11

A Needle Pulling Thread

Our bus careened over the hill and down into another pristine valley. Pines passed by at a leisurely rate. And the sun shone through a break in the Austrian Alps. We typically never do this.

Tour busses and groups epitomize the type of traveler that I simply don’t want to be. I can see it now: a group of late middle-age women with fanny packs and vizors piles onto the bus. Each has a camera and one of those neck wallets that holds everything—you know, so it’s easier to steal. Catty laughs and group photos overtake the day. The sun comes out and on goes the sunblock and clip-on sunglasses.

The horror.

But this was different. The stunning mountains soar high. Crystal clear lakes lay at the bottom of valleys. Tiny towns with tempting bakeries beckon a visit. This is the Alps.

My daydream died in front of my eyes and my attention turned to the front of the bus. Music started blaring out of the speakers. Our tour guide began dancing up the aisle, sporting a microphone. She started singing.

“Let’s start at the very beginning…”

No.

“A very good place to start…”

What’s happening? It can’t be. I turned to my wife. Her entire face beamed a smile that didn’t quit. She knew what was going to happen next. The music picked up pace and our tour guide began passing the microphone from person to person.

“Do, a dear, a female dear…”

For the love of all that is holy, no.

“Ra, a drop of golden sun…”

She’s coming this way.

“Mi, a name I call myself…”

Don’t make eye contact.

“Fa, a long, long way to run…”

This was literally our first time on a tour bus. And I should have known there’d be a sing-along on a Sound of Music bus tour. And now it was far too late. This was happening. I looked up and our gleeful tour guide dropped the end of the microphone within centimeters of my lips.

I quietly gushed, “ti, a drink with jam and bread…”

She finished, “that will bring us back to do, do, do, do…”

It’s official: I’m a tourist.

 

anthony forrest

Un-poem (on peace)

Unearth daily treasures

And unearth hopeful joy

Chip away at tomorrow’s sorrows

Serenity employ

 

Unearth the backward war

Seeds of trouble un-sow

Seek not strife and mischief

Un-fight friend and foe

 

Unearth something different

New and not imperfect

Unearth daily treasures

And unearth hopeful joy

 

anthony forrest 

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