There is not much that is positive to say about lengthy trips trapped in confined seats on busy coaches and packed aircraft. This trip was no different and had proved a long and disjointed journey even before I arrived at Brazil to get my connecting flight to the islands: a two hour bus trip to Heathrow followed by a three hour wait; a short flight to Paris followed by another three hour wait; and then a long overnight flight of nearly twelve hours to São Paolo in Brazil. It was mid-morning when arrived at São Paulo for an expected sixteen hour wait before my onward flight to the Falklands. I had already decided that there was little point in getting a hotel for the layover given that I would need to leave it by 4am in order to catch my early morning departure. Instead I would rely on a selection of books and downloaded radio dramas to see me through the night at the airport so I settled down in the airport to pass the time. It was the precursor to it all going wrong....
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1 Jan - Departure
I have my first hangover of 2020. Today I leave. There’s not a lot else to say as not much else happened as I pottered through my last few ...
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Today I was to accompany Nigel to the Ram and Fleece Show at Fox Bay on West Falkland. This necessitated catching one of the small eight sea...
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Today we visit Darwin and Goose Green which are on the west side of East Falkland Island, the island on which Stanley is located. Goose Gree...
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As I sat reading in the main sitting room this morning I could feel the tightness of sunburn on my face after yesterday's visit. Despite...
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