Yesterday was a classic case of one step forward, two steps back. I spent the day wrestling with my digital chaos, trying to restore some order to my data. The drives were finally formatted, but the process of shuffling files and splitting folders felt like herding cats. Just as I started to feel a sense of accomplishment in putting everything together, my SSD decided to throw a tantrum, slipping into Read-Only mode. My heart sank as I feared the worst – a dying SSD. The prospect of losing precious data is a nightmare, and I was starting to feel like a helpless captain on a sinking ship.
To clear my head, I decided to escape the digital abyss for a while. A trip to the pharmacy was in order. The local pharmacy had previously tried to scam me, charging an exorbitant price for medication. Determined to find a better deal, I ventured to the larger pharmacy in town. Success! I managed to purchase the same medication for a fraction of the price. Victory was sweet.
Armed with my medication and a slightly improved mood, I returned to the hostel to confront my data disaster once more. But first, a pit stop at the supermarket for some much-needed sustenance – chips, water, and the promise of a Kilimanjaro view from the hostel bar. As I enjoyed my surprisingly decent dinner, rice and beans, I took a break from the data madness and simply soaked in the stunning scenery.
This morning, I woke up feeling refreshed and ready to tackle the data mess again. A fascinating conversation with a British man born in Kenya during the colonial era provided a welcome distraction before diving back into the digital trenches. While I'm hopeful of finishing the data cleanup in the next two days, I'm also prepared for the possibility of a longer battle.
As for today, I plan on taking it easy. My foot is healing nicely, and I'm enjoying the little walks on the dusty streets of Tanzania once in a while. One step at the time. Stay tuned for more updates on my data adventure and other escapades of my nomadic life.
On a side note, I recently had a chicken that was actually edible. It was a rare treat compared to the typical tough, bony specimens served here. The accompanying photo shows the chicken and my trusty 32-liter backpack, a testament to my minimalist lifestyle. Unfortunately, the internet is being particularly frustrating today, making even the simplest tasks feel like an uphill battle.
I'll keep you posted on my progress. Until next time!
