notes from the field

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.


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