So we get on the bus, to drive out to the airstrip. On board, the same. But this time there's a view, though the windows are rather scratched. The aircrew are friendly and helpful. Maybe not boring, but routine.
People loll and slumber, the plane drones on.
Now I know how Christopher feels every lunchtime at school. They are starting to depressurize the plane to prepare us for landing. The pressure was a little lower at McMurdo than at ChCh. We start putting our ECW's back on - it's minus 35 degrees C at Pole. I made it.