Saturday, August 20, 2011
A disconnected Holiday
What happens when nature overcomes technology and you end up without a signal for a week, either radio or mobile phone,
compliments of the obstructive overhang of moody mountains?
Without the bleep of text or the distraction of internet and radio, you gain oodles of time.
To stare at the scenery, especially the exquisitely coiffed locals.
And ponder what might be in store for them.
Take bad photos with more of yourself in them than the fantastic scenery you were aiming for.
Admire the creatively named, garbage disposal outlets.
Or soak yourself in Ann Enright's novel of the inevitable upshot of an illicit affair and all the sensuous detail of what happens in between. The Forgotten Waltz blended perfectly with Connemara's broody, shadowy, hills, water and mist.
Even the onslaught of traffic,on Friday 19th August, heralding the arrival in Delphi of hundreds of frighteningly fit cyclists for the Gaelforce race,did not cause a blimp of stress after a signal-free week.
Maybe it's good to be disconnected for a while.