I’m not sure what day it is or which way is up, but after more than 30 hours of flying and waiting to fly, I’ve a room at the Commodore Hotel in Christchurch, showered, and enjoying early spring in this beautiful country. Hopefully tomorrow, I’ll have more chance to explore again. There have been at least two major earthquakes since I was last here in 2010.
Someone who’s made this trip several times advised me a few hours ago to try to stay awake until it’s evening here so as to help my body acclimate. I’d heard it before and it makes theoretical sense… but after struggling to sleep in an airplane seat for hours on end, I’m pooped now.
I have managed stay awake and busy with a few things since I arrived. As I was about to surrender to sleep, I got a phone call from Fr Dan, a local priest who manages the Roman Catholic priest coverage for Antarctica, as well as Fr John a veteran of the ice and a colleague the last time I came. Also met a former commander on the military side of the mission in Antarctica who has now shifted to a broader role. All three were a big part of my last trip here, so it was very nice to have them call and get to catch up with them a bit. I excused myself when I could barely keep my eyes open, and so now I’m calling it a day.
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