We live as long as we fly
So, the previous part (before the interlude) ended with us leaving our bikes in a hospitable pension and stomping off for a walk around town. Almost immediately we came out onto a very cute promenade.
Welp, looks like I just set a record for title length. The previous post sparked some discussion. Specifically, for example, the fact that I rather scold the iPhone there than praise it. This one will be a bit of the opposite – overall, I am happy with the device, if that doesn't become obvious to you from the text below.
Reading books is more or less fine. With apps like textReader/ruBooks/BookReader you can normally read books/articles in fb2 and html formats – the main thing I need from a reader. All these readers are not from the official AppStore, where I couldn't find anything that suited me, although some people like iMobilco and Stanza. I upload books via ssh over wi-fi – the speed is crummy, but for books it's not a big deal. You can get books at litres.ru – it's cheap and legal, the authors definitely get a decent cut. If you couldn't care less about writers' hard work, or if you're simply a cheapskate, you can download them from Librusec. I haven't used the old-school lib.ru for a long time, because it looks atrocious, the books there are increasingly not the ones you need, plus the fixed formatting of 80 characters per line – that just kills me.
Someone asked how we charged our gadgets. The answer isn't particularly interesting: we didn't. We didn't have any gadgets. A few cell phones, the navigator's GPS-enabled phone, and my iPhone — the only device that could, with some stretch, be called a gadget. And even then, only barely. I'll explain why below, especially since I've been meaning to for a while, and now there's a perfect excuse. What follows is a lot of fairly dry text. It'll probably only be useful to iPhone owners, or people thinking about buying one, well, and to fans of gadgets in general and smartphones in particular.
If you don't fall into any of those categories, you'd be better off reading about how a girl walks around Istanbul. In my story, I'm still quite a ways from Istanbul, and anyway, I wasn't even in the places she writes about.
After leaving Tekirdağ, the wind picked up even more, though it's unclear how that's even possible. Riding became almost entirely impossible. Even though I've used this phrase before, this time it was almost true. Igor, however, said that it gets even stronger in the mountains, and the tents we were using could withstand it. Sounds terrifying.