We spent a few nights in a marina recently that advertised, as they all do, wifi at the docks. Two days cut off from news and entertainment. No mumbling, or cursing, or re-starting equipment would relieve the log jam of information stuck in the nether-verse. Marina staff suggested sitting on the dock near the antenna. That worked but we felt like obstructions ourselves as bicycles, scooters and pedestrians whizzed by on either side.
Two days without Wordle was enough, we are now looking for the first store that sells wifi hotspots and an unlimited data plan for the boat. What a whinny, privileged pair we are.
Moon Dance IV 