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OK, be honest. How many other bloggers that you read have given you an entry written entirely in a C-130?

We're not actually airborne at the moment; that's just too miserable to share with the unexpecting blog-reader. We're currently on the runway at Kandahar, one of the other lovely bases in Afghanistan. Shortly we'll be lifting off again to head to Manas, as previously promised.

I'm pretty jazzed this morning, even in spite of my lack of sleep. The message board I set up (with a lot of help from Bob and Boars Heart) for TAL is now active. That's a good thing.

Other than that, I'll be home soon. Maybe I'll give you some more info when I reach Manas.

OK, I'm in the air now. Consider yourself warned. However, I've never been in a C-130 before where everyone wasn't crammed in like a bunch of small smoked fish in a can. Our 3 team members are the only passengers, and apart from a box o' blood, our bags are the only cargo.

The crew has been very nice -- they fed us, which they don't have to do, but which they did do out of the kindness of their hearts. Due to the lack of any other luggage, there is plenty of room to wander around. I can even get to the back doors which have windows and peer down at the mountains and hills below. It's amazing countryside, and if my camera weren't packed I'd take a picture for all of you. I wouldn't bother taking it for me, because this is one vista I won't be forgetting anytime soon.

I fell asleep while we were still ascending, unfortunately with my feet toward the cockpit, which caused all the blood to pool in my head. I'm still working on getting rid of the headache caused by that. But other than that, I feel free. I feel like I've escaped, and in a way, I have.

Later, guys.

Posted: Mon - April 19, 2004 at 12:00 PM          


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