Thursday 11th Feb 2010

 Action Stations:  Hercules being prepared, race to it, we go.....get dressed - full kit

Stop go back to the beginning, weather window closed - Stand down

I can't help but swear - ¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿

 So we eat, drink and play the guitar singing bad western pop songs and feel low..

Into my bunk on a windless Patagonian night

But you cannot sleep, the dogs outside are screwing, barking and howling all night long

Next morning sat on the runway they are so sincere and cute - please stroke me -

get lost you dirty little bastards !