Now we are home.

We are back in the land of green grass and darkness at night.

 

Steve, Peggy and I made it back pretty much on time.  This was despite the usual ineptitude of Aerolineas Argentinas.

 

Anyway, we filled in about 8 hours at the airport by having a decent steak chips and beer dinner (yum) then stomped about the duty free areas after passing through the usuall shambles at passport control.

 

Later, we were subjected to more dubious security checks when our friends at  Aerolineas Argentinas insisted on a pretty random and cursory search of all passengers as they boarded.  Result?  A one hour delay, but I still got on with a bottle of alcohol based hand santitiser, toothpaste and all the trimmings without an actual search, after I told them that I had no matches.  Meanwhile, other passengers were having bottles of water taken off them… talk about token security.

 

So, what did we come back with?

 

A flaky nose tip from the cold;

 

Flaky cheeks and freckles (this is Peggy by the way);

 

A Father Christmas beard for me;

 

Knowledge that it isn’t the stove at 45 degrees, its me;

 

After a lifetime of being unable to sleep during daylight hours, you can sleep anytime over a 24 hour period when not on watch;

 

You can operate reasonably well on 4 hours sleep;

 

Sea sickness passes and you do get sea legs;

 

How to hand pump a toilet;

 

That there is no such thing as a rope on a yacht.

 

Written by Chris