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TOUCHDOWN!

The flight was perfect. Uneventful, except the part when I was dreaming something embarrassing (I don’t remember what it was—I just remember waking up and feeling embarrassed) and woke up to a drip of drool on my lower lip with a small wet spot on my coat front. And the guy two seats down had his camera out.

This morning, they said we flew down with only three engines, which I guess is a bad thing since that means they’re flying back without any cargo. But, since that didn’t amount to any change in our actions or atmosphere yesterday, I’d still consider the flight uneventful.

No boomerangs. Hardly any turbulence. A flight time of almost exactly 7 hours. And, a gorgeous view of Antarctica on our way in. I enjoyed the view of sea ice and mountains and ice and nothing and nothing and nothing and when we started to lower, my stomache jumped—we’re going to Antarctica!—and we descended and descended and descended, and my last though before landing was, “Dear Lord, I hope we’re landing where we’re supposed to land” and it turned out we did and signs of life started to appear as we sped across the sea ice. A few flags, a vehicle, and finally, a couple people. Civilization.