No. 16 - Final Dispatch
This will be my final dispatch, as the nightmare of an inport
approaches. There are colleagues to see off, new people to be
met, shipments to locate, provisions to buy, specimens to ship,
and endless arrangements to be made and unmade. All this in two
days, with one being a Sunday in a traditional Catholic country.
I feel like I've been in a parallel universe for 30 days, where
time is stretched and warped a bit. I kept a routine with two
sleep periods and two awake periods every 24 hours and Admiralty
Bay seems like two months ago rather than just two weeks. I now
have to get back to the real world; I must stop day-dreaming and
pecking out mindless notes.
-Roger