Overseas

So there I was then, sitting in a bedouin tent, drinking coffee and puffing on a "Shisha" pipe, one of my favourite activities, when my cellphone rang and a client asked if I had the contact details of the Deputy Director of the US Secret Service.


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"It's a secret", I said but was forced to part with his email address. The voice at the other end seemed a little surprised when I told him where I was and what I was doing.

Thanks to Vodafone's ability to "reach-out" and touch me, I'm just as available here, at the edge of the Desert with a four hour time zone difference, than I am, sitting on the seafront at home in the UK. You can run of course but you can't hide. From Vodafone that is and the same is probably true of the US Secret Service too!

I'm trying to write this entry from the hotel in Oman on a dial-up link. For some reason only one PC in the Club Lounge is giving Internet access and so I'm forced to use this and not my laptop.

In fact, I'm very nervous about using it at all. It's not running Windows SP2 and I see that it has an IRC client installed. "What about security?", I asked the hotel staff. "It has security", I'm told. "I don't think so", says I, pointing to IRC but they look at me as if I've fallen out of a tree.

I'm wondering if my passwords are bein re-routed from Oman to Latvia as I speak, as with the USB on the end of my keyring, I could eaily "own" this box with all kinds of interesting utilities, without anyone noticing or even asking.

Ah, well, let's hope I can get a decent laptop connection tomorrow.

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