Anybody got a computer handy?
There we were in San Francisco, one day away from catching a plane for Victoria, BC. From there we were headed for Toronto and weren't sure that the person who was going to pick us up at the airport knew when we were arriving. Checking and sending e-mail suddenly stopped being a luxury and became a necessity. But how? This time we were on our own, in a quite cheap motel. An internet cafe, would I be lucky enough to find one, seemed the best bet.
The San Francisco Tourist Information Center turned out to provide the answer. There, along with numerous brochures on what to do while in the city, and guides more than happy to convince us to try any one of many tourist traps, were three or four internet connected computers offering me an opportunity to check my mail, or surf the web for that matter, for (if I remember correctly) ten minutes for one dollar. The machine didn't like my credit card, but my dollar bill (or bills) were good, and I was able to connect and send out the important mail I had to send, and then, until my time ran out, even check part of my mail. By the time we got to Victoria we had a response waiting for us that everything was being taken care of.
Our time had already run out, so Eitan is simply posing next to a computer.
But the person next to him seems to be frantically trying to finish
writing a letter before his time runs out.
Go to: It's no joke, but still not the greatest problem, or
Go to: Still around for the using, or
Go to: The Boidem takes a vacation.