I’ve been without my laptop for a week now. Last Sunday it decided it was overworked and after a ten-hour sesh the screen went white, a flashing folder appeared in the centre and I couldn’t get it to do anything else. No work, no blogging, no photo editing, nothing. My livelihood had been reduced to a question mark.
Big shout out to @BarnabyWDick and @kevintravelblog for trying to help me on Twitter during the difficult time.
Thankfully before I left England I backed it up using Time Machine, onto an external hard drive that I left at my friend’s house as I already had too much stuff. So hopefully, on Thursday I’ll be able to restore my laptop to circa 3rd August, until then, I’m going retro.
I wrote an Ode to My Laptop on my Facebook to vent my distress, rather than using every swear word I could muster in front of a hostel lounge of confused faces looking back at me.
As you warmed my groin, I fingered your buttons. Oh, I knew which ones to press.
Every day, without fail, I’d turn you on. In return you’d show me the world, my eyes wide and bright as it unravelled before me.
Together we planned Vietnam, Cuba, America, but Eastern Europe was to be our trip, just you and I.
You were there for me when it mattered. We Liked, we favourited, we shared.
I can’t count the hours we’ve spent just staring at each other. For years I couldn’t wait to get home from work to see you, to tell you of my adventures without you.
But then you left. You’re just a shell.
What did I do wrong?
It was the 10-hour marathon in the hostel wasn’t it? That was it wasn’t it?!
I know. How could I expect you to go back to the danger of a wooden locker in a hostel in outer Romania when I’d shown you the bright lights of the Intercontinental Hotel in Budapest?
I just want you to know: I thought about you all day when I left you in the hostel. ALL DAY.
And this is how you repay me?
I’ll get you back, laptop. I’ll get my external hard drive in 11 days (and counting) and restore you, if it’s the last thing I do.
As for the work since 3rd August – 90% of it was done on Google drive – and the photos were all still on my iPhone. Phew.
But then in Bucharest my iPhone was stolen.
Along with the photos and a substantial amount of work in the notes section I’d done in the last week on my long train journeys. Gutted.
No, I hadn’t connected to iCloud or any of the other back up programmes I’ve found out about in the last 48 hours.
I’m finding it hard to muster the creative energy to write all those stories again. They were full of enthusiasm and memories from my 10 days in the almighty Budapest. I just wanted to share them with you all.
I’ve written this seemingly pointless note to remind you all to back up your phones and laptops whether they’re your livelihood or not. You never know what might happen. Activate Find my iPhone this minute, make sure all your photos have reinforcements and look after your posessions.
Otherwise you’ll end up like me.
(Any eagle eyes wondering how I’m Instagramming and blogging – I travel with two phones because of the battery at festivals, and I’m currently on some prehistoric machine at my hostel)