Recharger

Though I have not finished unpacking, I am pretty sure I left the recharger to my phone in my hotel room in Uppsala. At any rate, it is not where it should be. Funny thing is I was given another charger for that phone, but for 110 volt, and I left that one in the States (although I could have used it in my "American" apartment here). So, I have a phone that is dead, and two chargers for it, each element on its own continent. This does me no good at all. 

I used up the last of the juice on my phone trying to upload a photo to my blog from the Krysuvik archaeological site we went to today. The site had several farms close to each other dating to the earliest settlement period. A lava eruption in 1151 had wiped out the entire valley and destroyed the natural harbor, but the turf walls around a few structures protected them from being covered over by the lava. It was incredible to see, sort of a natural disaster cum miracle. 

Comments

Ko-Leen said…
is your phone the sony eriksson? does the charger look kinda like a fork? davíð has one if you want to come over for a little charging... although I am sick, you can borrow it tomorrow? if it is the same kind..
August 18, 2009 at 10:46 PM
Lissy said…
Hey sweety! Thank you. I am supposed to go to Reykjavik early in the morning, and be there all day, but if tomorrow night suits you OK, I'll come see you.
August 19, 2009 at 12:01 AM
Jon Frimann said…
All SonyEricsson chargers are 100 - 240 volts, and 50/60Hz today. So you where not in the need of a special charger for the U.S, all you did need was a changeover plug for the connector on the charger.
August 23, 2009 at 8:59 AM
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