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For tonight's Superbowl party, the kitchen roasted this pig.
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(Luc, wil je een varken koken, of heb je liever nog vis?)
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Lots of people gathered in the galley to watch the game.
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Pete's leaving tomorrow, so we decided to pick up a radio from comms and
explore the ice tunnels.
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Lots of shiny blinky lights!
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A view of one of the tunnels. You can't tell because I used the flash here,
but it was pitch black where we were standing.
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Perhaps this was leftover from a previous Superbowl party? A relic from the
2003 winterover team.
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Another hidden artifact in the tunnels.
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It's cold in the tunnels...we found a thermometer that read -55 C.
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I got frosted up too.
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The tunnels are reminiscent of a particle accelerator, except there's no
curvature and there's a faint smell of sewage.
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One of the pipes carries water, and the other carries waste.
One last look back...
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I woke up to the sound of the C-130 outside, and I dashed outside to say
goodbye to Pete and Hien.
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The outgoing passengers waiting to board the plane.
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Today's flight is packed full, and I think my flight on the 15th has even
more people.
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Bob and Hien!
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John and Hien in the crowd of people.
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It's funny, after awhile you find it normal for people to dress like this
around here. :-)
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The outgoing passengers waiting just outside the elevated station.
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Bright noontime sun on a beautiful day.
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Denis, Hien, and John. This is the first time I've seen Hien wear the big
blue boots during his entire time here.
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The South Pole station international terminal. A bunch of us went inside
the black box to warm up.
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Hien got sucked into a Pole tourist trap at the last minute.
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Finally people start boarding the plane...
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A second plane landed shortly before. I'm not sure how they're going to
squeeze everyone in there.
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It's sad to see everyone go...
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The second plane in the distance.
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My last day at the Pole... My flight out is a straight-through
flight, i.e. I don't spend the night in McMurdo, and I arrive in
Christchurch about 12 hours after leaving the Pole. In those 12
hours: the ambient temperature rises by 100 degrees, humidity goes
from zero to something that makes me feel like I'm going to turn into
a prune, and day becomes night...for the first time in 83 days.
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A last view of Skylab and the dome. Skylab was gutted and turned off
this season, and will be gone next year. The dome was used for the
last time this summer and is going to go cold for the winter.
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I cheated and went into the greenhouse today. The smell was
amazing...I touched a plant and could smell it on my fingers for hours
afterwards.
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Lane and his babies.
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I finally solved the mystery of where the good music was coming from
in the hallway.
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My last few minutes in my room: a record of the weather conditions two
days before the soft close of the station.
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Waiting out on the flight deck, I got sucked into the same tourist
trap that Hien visited before.
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We're waiting for them to unload cargo from the plane.
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In the meantime, lots of people are saying goodbye.
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The shadows are getting pretty long these days.
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A last look at the dark sector. Goodbye BICEP!
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Robert is going to spend the winter here playing with his satellites.
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This guy from National Geographic is filming us.
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Another view of the crowd. Chris is clearly appropriately dressed in
ECW gear.
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Still waiting for the plane...
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I got ambushed by Joey outside the South Pole international terminal.
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Joey's happy to be returning to civilization.
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Lots of big orange bags piled up outside.
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Denis also wants his picture taken with the girl and the penguin.
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Kiwon and John are amused.
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Joey wants a turn too.
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George looks like he's staring longingly at the plane. Yet another
brave soul who's wintering.
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Finally, it's time to go.
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Slowly, we pile into the plane...
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...and take off shortly afterwards. Just watching the station pass
out of view from the window.
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The plane isn't nearly as packed as I thought it would be. There was
actually quite a bit of room to move around.
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Looking forward to ditching these heavy orange bags.
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A tangle of Carhartts.
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We arrive at McMurdo after a short flight. The back hatch is open for
combat offload of the cargo (the pallet is pushed out onto the snow
while the plane is still moving). Pretty cool.
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Exiting the C-130 at Willy field. McMurdo is nice and toasty in
comparison to the Pole; it felt like a warm summer day.
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We're all amazed by the features on the horizon. A view of
Mount Erebus in the distance.
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The beginning of a long wait for the next plane. We're all pretty
hungry at this point...and were fed some fabulous sack lunches
consisting of expired fruit juice and not-quite-peanut-butter
sandwiches. Yummy!
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Finally, after a few hours, our ride arrives: a monster C-17 plane.
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Enjoying my last few minutes on this continent.
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While we're all busy taking photos of the plane, a curious skua stops
by to check out somebody's bags. (Whoa, wildlife!!)
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I hope it enjoys the sack lunch more than the rest of us did.
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After offloading the cargo and refueling, Ivan the Terrabus takes us
over to board the plane.
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The inside of the plane is ridiculously huge. This is a view looking
towards the front from where I was sitting.
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Unlike the C130s, C-17s have real seats (and a real bathroom!).
Joey's happy about his comfy chair.
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Looking towards the back of the plane where the cargo is stored.
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The parkas make pretty decent sleeping bags.
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The full length of the C17 interior. Wow.
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By random luck, I ran into Harry again -- the metalsmith who I briefly
visited when I first passed through McMurdo.
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Another view of the plane interior.
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All of our checked bags are palletized and strapped together into a
monolithic cube at the back of the plane.
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The view of the clouds outside the window is beautiful.
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Something strange happened -- the light outside began to fade.
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Everyone was thrilled to see the first sunset in months.
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After a 5-hour flight, we arrive in Christchurch...in the warmth,
humidity, and dark. It all seems like a surreal dream.
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And now for something completely different...