Spent some of my unproductive time of the last few days setting up my very own weblog (or "blog" as it's known colloquially).
As managing this mailing list gets to be rather cumbersome at times, I'll be posting most of my reports to the blog - check back regularly to see if I've managed to rattle off a new missive. (Please feel free to distribute the URL to anybody you know that might be interested inwhat I'm up to.)
You might also gather that I'm still not at Patriot Hills, and how right you'd be. The chance I thought we'd had a few days ago very quickly faded into a snowstorm with 200m visibility, so we've gone nowhere. Now just hoping the runway isn't too snowed over (and if it is, that it can be cleared quickly) and that we can get moving shortly.
Fortunately I'm not in the same boat as one of my other teammates - he's been here for a month, just waiting for a (new) machine to reach PA so that he could help load it to go to PH. So we're both getting a bit frustrated with work to do, and nowhere to do it. (At least his machine is now on the aircraft, and he'll be heading in with me.)
Well, it's off to a quiet Saturday evening. The Straits have quietened down after masses of white horses galloped across the steely grey waters throughout the day, there are several ships at anchor just outside the harbour (just switching on their lights as the sun starts setting), and Tierra del Fuego and surrounding islands are slowly becoming amorphous mountainous blobs as horizon and sea assume the same blueish colour. Who said remote wasn't beautiful?
Take care all, hope to have some cool news soon!
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