This summer I decided to bike from Vienna to Budapest, a place I'd never been. Unfortunately, I forgot that once I hit the Slovakian border, my Austrian SIM card would stop working and all my carefully curated Google Maps directions would disappear. To make matters worse, on my first day out, I smashed my phone so the app worked only sporadically.
I'm not going to lie, I cried so much during this trip. I cried because I feared getting lost, or run over, or just plain stuck. I'd leave every morning before 7:30 AM to avoid being a woman who is cycling in the dark in a foreign country. One time I was still out at 7 PM and I could barely keep my lid on as the Sun began to set. Thankfully, that night I stayed with some lovely people whose hospitality calmed me down.
Following lights from the town, he started walking and eventually reached the hostel. He'd go without a phone for a total of about three weeks before his parents sent him a used one.When Back first lost his phone, he felt anxious, "almost pathetically scared," he told me. But those feelings slowly dissipated. "It's nice to remove yourself from the world not immediately around you. It's a lesson in faith in yourself.""I would lose my phone all over again," he admitted.
"I had this massive old-school paper map that you had to fluff out."