Internet Pirates of the Caribbean!
Normally I am a cool headed guy but without my Internet fix the symptoms are much like a heroin addict doing damn near anything to get high before the shakes kick in.
This has been a travel heavy month and I arrived in Manila from Hong Kong on a one-day trip, did some work on my internal network, mostly related to OpenVPN (and with a little assistance from my friends) had it working by 3:30 AM.
I slept like a baby.
The VPN was the last step in deploying an appliance from Untangle Inc. They have a miracle box that handles all sorts of network issues like routing, VPN, content control, spam and virus blocking. I am super impressed with the product, and will write something up in much more detail soon.
I wake up, no dial tone. PLDT was offline. No DSL, double-checked, still no dial tone, no Internet on a Saturday morning, no crappy local phone. No VOIP. I started to sweat, even shake a little, it was panic.
A number of disturbing realities surface as the dominos began to fall. Here in Manila, you can't call a landline from your cell phone. So I spent hours trying to find some way to actually call PLDT and report the problem. Once it was reported, I was assured that someone would call me back. This call back never happened. Then, mysteriously, dial tone re-appeared. However, my DSL modem would not sync up with the service. So I now had dial tone, but no Internet. I would call every hour and report the problem. I reported the problem 30 times. Apparently no one at PLDT repair actually works on the weekends but they won't ever tell you this.
Friends came by and dragged me off to see Pirates of the Caribbean - which was a fun and strangely inspirational movie. When I got home, by habit I sat down to check my mail... oh yeah! By now the shakes are starting to kick in so I look through my tool box. I have some extension cable for wifi antennas, an 18dbi omni 2.4 ghz antenna (what are the odds), an old Sputnik AP160, a roll of tin foil, a pic-nix potato sticks can, some connectors, a roll of electrical tape, an old TV antenna and a ladder. After numerous attempts at configurations that run the gamut from Sputnik to Voyager. I settled on the contraption below. Behold - the Junknik!
From my street facing balcony, there are two open wifi access points way out in the distance. Junknik is barely sufficient to touch at least one of them, and by the time I went to bed I too was living by the Pirate code! Arrrrrr
When the DSL guy finally showed up late on Monday, the dial tone had disappeared. I still don't have working DSL yet and I am hoping the winds remain fair and the skies clear lest my sailing ship O the wifi airwaves gets blown off the balcony as typhoon season begins!

