Maybe I have been missing something all my life, but I have never before been served a sandwich of white grated cheese and chunky pineapple pieces. Little slivers of cheese cascaded to the floor of the aircraft not to mention a chunk or so of pineapple as we made faces at each other across the width of the plane. I was wondering if I had boarded the wrong flight and was headed for Hawaii. The second sandwich was sliced ham on white buttered bread. I pulled out the ham, plopped it on top of the cheese-pineapple affair and had myself a Hawaiian sandwich.
Hunger does amazing things.
Finally, we arrived only to begin circling. Others before and after us were unable to land due to weather and returned the 3 hours to McMurdo only to try again the next day. We knew what was happening this time and were all geared and goggled up ahead of time. Not a speck of skin showed. The first-timers watched those of us returning and quickly followed our lead.