I always travel without a smartphone. For the simple reason that I don’t own one, never have and I have no intention to buy one in the near future.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not against technology.
I don’t use a horse and carriage to get to places. (Instead, I cycle, walk or use public transportation.)
I don’t live in a mud hut in the mountains of New Zealand, disconnected from electricity and running water. (At least not yet.)
I definitely don’t carry around a portable typewriter, like the bohemian writers and beatniks of the old days. (Although I admit that the idea sounds kind of cool.)
No, on the contrary. As of late, I’ve evolved in quite the flashpacker. I almost invariably carry a laptop (for writing), a camera and an iPod (remember those?) around. I am fond of my toys. But a smartphone? Nope, I’d rather have my balls slowly removed with a rusted spoon.
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