Back to the great white south

My Base

I have made it back to Rothera on the Antarctic Peninsula, but what should have been a fairly easy (if long) couple of flights to get here, turned into an epic. The plan was to take the military flight from Brize Norton to the Falklands, spend a night in Port Stanley and fly to Rothera the next day.

The first part went well and we landed in the Falklands after an 18 hour fight, with a brief stop off on Ascension Island to refuel. But then the cracks started to show, a cough here, a sneeze there, and before we knew it half of our group were in bed sick with temperatures in the high 30's Celsius. Our flight the next day left with cargo instead of us and we were to spend the next week quarantined in Stanley until dead or better, luckily we all managed the latter and so after several checks of our temperatures to prove that we really were well and not about to carry the plague to Rothera we were finally allowed on the flight and, all be it a week late, we got here!

The place hasn't changed much; lots of white stuff, blue skies, and mountains, I am back in my old room. In fact I am not convinced I ever left. A few of my old winterers from 2006 and 2007 are even back here too so it is very groundhog day.