As I post this, I’m in a tiny metal tube at 35,000 feet, somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean, and hurtling at 900 kph from London to Auckland.
Who thought wifi in the sky was a good idea?
We’re already always connected, and plane journeys were one of the final few refuges from unrestrained communication in the connected age.
Despite my gripes, I am grateful for one thing about wifi in the sky. With a 40 hour door-to-door journey, it was going to be tough to release my daily post on time.
Thanks to wifi in the sky for helping preserve the streak!
Now, back to disconnection.