The unimaginable happened: my AirBnb had no Wi-Fi

Would you consider yourself  a low maintenance traveller?

As long as you have a passport, a spare change of clothes, and a working kettle for your morning coffee, is there anything else you REALLY need? (Trust me, I learned to appreciate the simple pleasures of a kettle the hard way). 

Getting to Naples is easy. 

Navigating through Naples is easy. 

Being offered free fruit at every corner was the easiest. (at least it wasn’t weed, for the millionth time, no thanks Mexico City).

But finding out that your dark, heavy built, quaint Italian AirBnB has no Wi-Fi was disastrous. 

Having to leave the building to check your phone and see what time your friends are coming felt like staying up all night waiting for your boyfriend. All you want to do is go to bed, but you’re ready and full of adrenaline to give them a talking to when they finally get there.

 
A picture tells a thousand words. 

But with no Wi-Fi, it tells zero.

My friends did get there in the end. I must have sleepwalked to open the door. 

Have you ever survived a holiday with no Wi-Fi?