It’s great scrolling through the favorite apps threads on FT. Scheduled flights, radar weather and pet-friendly rooms, all just a warm finger away. There’s even ryandelmundo down among the Eden-like images of life-lived-as-art Bali, speaking Indonesian with his smartphone.
So let me tell you about my favorite app, which is an overpass above the tollway of long-distance charges. You can even make local calls and short-circuit the ‘minutes used’ column of your phone bill.
Viber morphs my iPhone into a phone, plain and simple. It allows me to call any smartphone in the world for free when I’m on Wi-Fi and it too has the app. We can even text. The line is so clear that I once put the phone next to my heart and my girlfriend in Amsterdam (who turned me on to Viber) thought it was a dryer with shoes in it.
This morning from the Starbucks Wi-Fi in Butte, MT, I called my sister in Calgary. (Have you ever noticed how Canadians always talk about the weather? Move along big sis, I got the weather app.)
Think about it. You’re up among the contrails on a Wi-Fi loaded aircraft and you’re making sweet talk with your kids. (I’ve never used it in the air, but can’t see why it wouldn’t work.) You land in Tokyo and call your wife to cop to a feeling of loneliness. You call your dad, but not collect. You text your husband so he can’t hear the live band in the bar while you finger poke the joys of reading that Jodi Picoult novel in your Buenos Aires hotel room.
Did I mention the Viber app is free?