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.