Remote Honeymoon

Today is Wednesday, D-Day for closing our 100,000th ISL Online user contest! Let’s see the user story that arrived for the contest. That’s right. One single story, you lazy sloths. 😉 Anyway, I guess we already have a winner who will be rewarded an ISL Online Enterprise Subscription: IT supporter Olivia from Sweden.

Like her story, I know I will!

Remote Honeymoon

I don’t know whether it was the hot parching sun, the absolute remoteness of the place or the share smell of savage wilderness that struck me. I was alone. Fine, there was my newly wedded husband but who was he to save me even from the smallest of desert beasts. If I was unlucky enough to be bitten even by a baby black mamba, I would be left with one or two hours to find the nearest hospital. From the comfort of a cosy home or office that really doesn’t seem like much of a threat, but seeing the poor Namibian gravel roads filled with potholes, you can consider yourself a gonner and start phoning everybody you love for the bitter goodbye. Ironicly so, the phone was dead too.

After days of absolute isolation, we finally arrived in a small tourist village up north called Halali settling in one of those charming safari chalets in the middle of the Etosha bush. Those roaring lions and nosy giraffes aside, being an Internet addict, I entered a state of exhilarated trance when finding a proper wireless connection and opening my email after two weeks of complete abstinence. Like always, somewhere in the middle of 1,300 new emails there was a funny one from my half demented aunty.

“Our beloved grandchildren came to visit us yesterday and Sara sort of played an imaginary piano on our computer. As you can only imagine, the poor thing is broken now. I don’t know how she did it but the picture is turned upside down!?” Then there were a lot of ‘oh dears’ following the heart-moving ‘please help’. If it was a normal workday in the office, I would probably be cursing all the way to the and start the ISL Light’s remote desktop connection grumpy as ever. But since that was Africa with everything that comes along with it, I sat down on a rocky terrace overlooking a waterhole and switched on my mobile. As expected, the desktop sharing connection was a bit shaky as had been everything in the vast arid plains of Namibia, sporadically breaking and reconnecting together with the unreliable Internet connection. But just as a couple of hyenas started crawling their way to the waterhole towards a thirsty springbok, our remote support séance came to a satisfactory end. Aunty seemed head over heels lifting her head again in the upright position and, well, as for me, excited from contributing back to one of the greatest chefs alive. From a remote place like Namibia, that is.

by Olivia

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