The only problem with a work around through Tor is going to be if the infrastructure in place can handle it. Think about how many people upload photos and videos to lemmy or mastodon, and how many concurrent connections there are. It’s doable but without more involvement in hosting Tor relays it would be slow.

Sometimes if you yell profanities into the phone they bump you up in the queue… Or it makes time go by faster.

I have an antenna for local tv and if there’s a movie I want to watch I load it onto a USB stick and plug it into the side of the TV.

I’m sorry to break it to you but streaming services and privacy don’t mix. Your best bet is to sail the high seas.

I ended up in a similar situation, except I was hiking the Appalachian trail alone. I decided to stop at a creek and get some crawfish for my dinner and to boil water. While I was turning over rocks I heard some distant rustling and got this feeling I was being watched. I unclipped the button on my knife holster because that made me a little more comfortable. I heard from another hiker that this area wasn’t safe and that I should pass through and go past the shelter a few miles. He looked very tired and sounded nervous under his breath and didn’t take time to explain and he speed walked on.

Back to me catching crawfish, I ended up eating like 5 or 6 of them and ate the rest of the wild berries and mushrooms I collected from the morning. I heard the rustling but it sounded much closer. Close enough that I could tell it was something that weighed a good bit. I took that as my warning and got out of there.

I was a good two or three miles from the creek when I remembered what the guy said and how nervous he was. That feeling I was being watched never went away. I decided to dart into the woods and form a fishhook maneuver to see if I was being followed. It was something my friends native American grandfather said to do when hunting in a area with lots of bears or mountain lions to avoid leading them back to your camp. And sure enough it worked because their wasn’t an animal following me but a person was following me.

I slowly moved back to the trail and walked about 100 ft on the hard packed soil to not leave a footprint trail then I darted in the woods and ran for a good 20 or 30 minutes before hitting a road. At this point I decided to hike 5 miles to a motel and just sleep. No way I was sleeping in the woods with a maniac on the loose.

This is a rough photo of where this happened, and what the fishhook maneuver looked like.