Also today I am silently screaming against myself in the bed. I'll forget this question as soon as I will have dressed the last layer of clothes. Meanwhile, I contemplate the list of possible gifts for the coming Christmas. Suddenly, around 5 am, the pilots fired up the Twin Otters engine to leave to Terranova Bay, the other Italian Station on the coast. Something quite similar to a Queensland resort.
Nobody knows why.
Why leave at 5 am when you could do it 5 hours later. Previously, I told all the best things about that aircraft, handy as a Vespa scooter. About the Hercules, John Storey wrote enough last year from the South Pole. Hercules engines can't be safely switched off on the Antarctic Plateau. As soon as the Twin Otter fires up its two propellers, I slowly wake up with the feeling that a genetical modified mosquito, that smart pointlike animal spending summer sunrises flying just around your ears at early morning, is now trying to colonize Antarctica.