I’ve been using a ‘high-speed’ Internet connection in a Romanian hotel. Thing is, it’s not really high-speed at all.
I hadn’t realised just how much I take broadband (at decent speed) for granted.
I’ve been trying to think of a good way to describe how it feels. It’s really strange, everything just feels a bit wrong. The best I could come up with is that it’s like riding a bike with very flat tyres: You get there in the end, but it hurts more than usual and the handling just feels awkward and like you might fall off (I quite like the thought of ‘falling off’ the Internet).
A word of advice to people that make stuff online: big heavy flash sites really do suck for a lot of people in the world.