How to Sink an iPhone in Byron Bay


13 Jun How to Sink an iPhone in Byron Bay

Did you hear the about the bag of rice that traveled 165km from Byron Bay to Brisbane to bring an iPhone back to life? This is a true story from my first week of arriving in Australia.

So there I was chatting amongst friends at the pool area of a hostel named Aquarius. I volunteered to grab a round of drinks from the nearby bar and left my seat to make the order. My iPhone leapt from my shorts pocket to perform a manoeuvre best described as ‘triple somersault bounce with forward pike dive.’ And there it was – staring back at me from the base of the hostel swimming pool as if waiting for an applause and a 5.0 from the scorecards.

Well bugger that. I swiftly put together a rescue plan that consisted of anyone else but me wading in waist deep and fishing the daredevil handset out before the water penetrated the electronics and caused a permanent iPhone blackout. The mission was a success. But now for the resuscitation. The onlookers were adamant that the swiftest and most efficient way to restore a wet phone back to full health is to bury it in a bag of rice. Owing to its ultra-moisture-absorbing properties, so the travel legend goes. So like a fool I am I went along with their advice.

I couldn’t leave the phone unattended so I carried the weird package around with me at all times, for three ruddy days! I felt like a primary school pupil bringing a science experiment to school that I’d bustled together at the eleventh hour. It looked like an absurd attempt to grow an iPhone tree. But because of the backpacker legend, no one batted an eyelid. “Phone in the rice is it mate? – Happened to a mate of mine too.” Well that’s ever so reassuring, thank you kindly.

The package even boarded a long-haul coach journey from Byron Bay to Brisbane with me. Sadly, time wasn’t a healer on that day. The iPhone was still showing no signs of life and my options were fading fast. I quickly decided to abandon the bag of rice method and seek the help of a wise phone repair shop assistant. There was no guarantee of resuscitation but only a fixed cost of £50 for his time. I returned to the shop the following day to hear the iPhone was back in full working order. Kiss of life? Defibrillators? Smelling salts above the speakers? I didn’t ask, it mattered not.

These days the iPhone plays by my rules: No diving, no bombing, no running or heavy petting.

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