Our internet went down about this time yesterday and we attempted to relearn how to live an Internet free existence. It is strange how dependent one becomes on having it there at all times. Something we didn’t enjoy before ‘always on’ broadband.
Major worries that kept Hilary awake last night:
- How do we do our banking? We have quite a lot to do this week so, if the Internet doesn’t spontaneously reappear soon, I will be taking the laptop round to a friend’s house and using her wireless to check when the money hits account A so I can move it to account B ready to be put into account C on the designated date (yes, with Turkish time deposit accounts everything has to be moved on the correct day – we are currently just manipulating the funds so that there are in the right places and currencies when that day arrives).
- How do we get our eagerly awaited yabanci kimlik numerasi? Well, hopefully the internet will get restored before that gets on line and, if not, we can take the laptop to our friend’s house or get the Emlak to look it up or go to the nufus office.
- How do we keep in touch with our Irish friend we’re supposed to be meeting on Thursday? All messages to date have been via Facebook. We have each other’s mobile numbers and I can post her a message when I’m doing the banking.
- Skype – we may need to phone family from Internet cafes or landline for the duration.
- How do I access the pictures of another friend’s brand new baby (she’s gorgeous!).
Beyond all that though, I’ve just got used to having all this social networking, all this information at my fingertips. The news, the weather forecast, recipes, information on more or less everything. And it’s not there now. I guess that means we’ll just have to get on with our creative projects, learning Turkish, reading books and being grateful that we bought the G3 model of Kindle.
P.S Our Internet is back now. I did go round to a friend to do the money transfer I needed to do and make a brief Skype call to mother. As I thought, the modem had forgotten its user name and password. These were retrieved (from the incredibly helpful chap who knew them) and input by the incredibly helpful chap in the computer shop. No charge. Whilst that was happening the bank called to say some money had mysteriously arrived in our account – it’s now been transferred to somewhere it will earn pretty decent interest (and we have acquired another account). People here in Turkey are just incredibly helpful.
I hope, though, that we can learn to be less dependent on the Internet for entertainment and the general doing of business. I was far too upset when it just all disappeared. Back in the UK, when our TV broke, it took nearly two years for us to notice.