Since the next day’s flight (Saturday) was cancelled (as I said, I didn’t really understand why). So the new plan was to basically hitchhike back to South America. Our base is like a mile from the “airport” hangar and runway (i.e. made of gravel), so we can listen for the sound of planes landing, and then we could make a call to see if there was room. So basically if a plane landed on Sunday, we’d have to get ready right away – just in case. There was kind of a tense calm all day, because we couldn’t leave the base and go too far to do measurements, etc, in case we needed to leave, but we couldn’t really relax either. Plus there was kind of a weird feeling in most everyone, like on the one hand, you want to try to get home because you’re not sure when you may be able to—but on the other hand you don’t want to leave either! It’s kind of a stranded feeling—but it’s also kind of like a “I’m totally cool with being stranded” kind of feeling.
Getting ready to go - we think...
