Thanks to the ubiquity of cellphones, horror and suspense writers have a new set of cliches to work with when stranding or isolating a character. Unless that character is like me and owns an iphone, then the act of getting a signal and making a successful call becomes a far-fetched plot-point. But my point isn’t to rant about how, as a phone, my iphone sucks. Although it does. It sucks, a lot. It sucks so much it should be investigated as a public safety issue. My phone rarely works in my house. I’ve had perfect service on my AT&T blackberry in my house for years, but I switched to an iphone and now, nothing. Which means I have to keep paying for a landline, which aggravates me.
My point is just to post this, because it’s funny:
Ah, yes the ever elusive signal…still deciding about a new phone. iPhone not on the list, no matter how adorable…somewhere in the world is a cheap, reliable phone.
I had a motorola razr that worked (and sounded) great for years. I even dropped it in the pool and it kept right on working (tho I had to replace the battery about a month later, but the battery was pretty old. I’ve heard mixed things about the newer generations of them but am not sure.
My first trip with Ma-Le to Ecuador we went to the Amazon Rainforest. We took an 8 hour bus ride from Guayaquil to Puyo, a 3 hour truck ride into the jungle where we got into a dugout canoe and paddled an hour down river to a Quechua Indian village for a three day stay. We stayed in a chickee hut. No running water. No electricity. In the morning I woke up to the sound of my wife pacing back and forth outside on the deck as she talked on her cell phone.