It can be a long quiet drive looping this island. It’s silly that it is a welcome relief when my electronic GPS friend Mr. Garmin chimes in. Sometimes he stays quiet for long periods at a time and I get concerned. I then purposefully turn off in a random direction to make sure he is still hanging out... and to make sure I am still on course.
Sometimes I get a word it (usually a curse word), but for the most part it’s a one way conversation and majority of that is him badgering me where to turn - “800 meters take a left - 500 meters take a left - 250 meters take a left - take a left”. I am continually reminded of driving with my father.
Mr. Garmin does not always get it right. Example : I type in the name of the volcanic crater lake I want to visit. Next thing I know I am taking my economy compact car up a maze of Jeep trails through a dense forest. 500 meters take a left, 800 meters take a right... I am pretty far out there when Mr. Garmin says, “stop car and navigate on foot”.
I am still not sure what I could have typed in that would have gotten me to the drive up parking lot at the top of the other side of the crater where all the other tourists went. My dad would have probably hike through the forest up the backside of a volcano.
Mr. Garmin is not all bad. He gifted me the information that said crater has great acoustics in the bottom and that a stage is sometimes built on lake in the center to house concerts, including a performance by Iceland’s pop star Bjork in 1986. Now I know. Now you know.
Sometimes I get a word it (usually a curse word), but for the most part it’s a one way conversation and majority of that is him badgering me where to turn - “800 meters take a left - 500 meters take a left - 250 meters take a left - take a left”. I am continually reminded of driving with my father.
Mr. Garmin does not always get it right. Example : I type in the name of the volcanic crater lake I want to visit. Next thing I know I am taking my economy compact car up a maze of Jeep trails through a dense forest. 500 meters take a left, 800 meters take a right... I am pretty far out there when Mr. Garmin says, “stop car and navigate on foot”.
I am still not sure what I could have typed in that would have gotten me to the drive up parking lot at the top of the other side of the crater where all the other tourists went. My dad would have probably hike through the forest up the backside of a volcano.
Mr. Garmin is not all bad. He gifted me the information that said crater has great acoustics in the bottom and that a stage is sometimes built on lake in the center to house concerts, including a performance by Iceland’s pop star Bjork in 1986. Now I know. Now you know.
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