The Fear Of Being Disconnected
I had wi-fi in Sri Lanka and Cambodia, even in parts of Oman, but this one has defeated me. On Thursday I’m off here, to Bodrum, on the Turkish coast…
And I’ll be on board a gulet, which means no electronic communication. I didn’t realise how completely the internet had taken over my life until I caught myself panicking about this. After all, I have to file copy to UK newspapers and conduct all my business online. Ten days is a long time in London. I could find everything changed when I get back. Someone will have taken my identity. All my favourite shops will have gone. My front door lock could be changed.
There’s also ‘limited’ electricity, and virtually everything in my luggage needs charging; book, toothbrush, phone, headphones, iPod, iPad, laptop etc. I’m amazed we’ve reached this stage without having to charge up our shoes before we go out.
When did I turn from a happy, hippyish spontaneous guy to someone who has to sort out his adaptor plugs before going anywhere?
But, as the thriller writer CJ Box says, ‘We used to go online to collect information, now we go online to talk about ourselves’, so you might appreciate me shutting up for a few days. I think there should be a special word for this new phobia, don’t you?