The ipad widower

It used to be that we turned up at the accommodation and asked things like 'Has it got a window over looking the square?' or “ Is the bed size double, twin or queen size?” Now it is more like 'What is the wifi code? And can it handle more than one computer connection? (We have only 4 computers this trip).

It used to be that we had a struggle to find the accomodation in the first place. Maybe a team meeting to decide which street to turn down next. Maybe an argument over our map. Maybe we asked a local. Now we can go to google maps and follow it along.

It used to be that we used word of mouth to choose our accomodation, or a travel agent or “Lonely Planet”. It used to be that we ate where the place looked attractive, or the touts hooked us in or it was just close by. Now it is booking.com and trip advisor.

So now the ipad widower gets to negotiate arrangements with ipad chief. Booking.com now sends her welcome alerts a few days ahead of our arrival anywhere and follows up with a questionaire afterwards to which he has to contribute. 

 

Now we can skype or viber the kids and grand kids from almost anywhere on the planet. Now we can watch vidoes of the growing baby grandaughter as we sit on a ferry or wherever.

Ever since the ipad widower gave the ipad to ipad chief (and it was more than hinted that he was a bit of a cheap skate to buy the smallest memory device), life has been different.

 

Is this a good thing? Sometimes it can be frustrating with a wish to go back to when we made our own way and our own mistakes as we went along. But these days we do more travel as part of our lifestyle rather than treat trips like this as holidays. So we take more time to get anywhere. We spend more time in places than we really need to as tourists. We keep up with home news and with any business needs. And we keep up with family happenings.

I could go on as I sit here waiting for a latest home call to finish and for us to check exactly where our ferry to Turkey will land in relation to our hotel. But the day is getting by and we do have a few more things to see in Rhodes before we leave.

 

Oh, and behold, as I climb the old city wall in which our lovely hotel is located, there is the Queen Elizabeth sitting about 100 metres away. I did not hear her arrive! Another day in old Rhodes is underway.