After 24 hours in airplanes, airports, and other compound words beginning with "air," we've arrived in Christchurch, New Zealand. "We," I should note, includes about thirty of us with the United States Antarctic Program luggage tags, though we travel in small packs rather than in a large herd.
The official itinerary in Christchurch:
-Sunday: overindulge in local microbrews, complicating jet lag recovery (check)
-Monday: report to the Antarctic Center for cold-weather clothing distribution
-Tuesday: early-morning departure for McMurdo station
The big day approaches, yet my excitement is blunted by the desperate desire to sleep in something without a tray table in front of it.
And so I bid you goodnight.
pepe
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