The weather changed for the worse, or better depending on your outlook. Things are getting hot on Andros and when 30 is the norm here, it is very hot indeed. Today it is 35 feels like 42. Its damn hot.
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| The desolate karst environment... |
This, as some people may already know, is a problem for me who is known to start sweating in a lukewarm room back in rainy England! So after a full day in the sun, even with plenty of water and wearing a big hat, I was delirious.
The team were trying to find missing items, one of which was my phone, in the house and a mass tidy up was ordered. The next day I was told what I did to help: I was moving things out of boxes and then putting back in exactly the same place. All the while murmuring a internal monologue the whole time: "This goes here, that goes there, pencils go the stationary bag, machete goes in my box..." and on it went until KT had a shout at me to go to bed!
From now on, no field work over midday!
And by the way...
Fiona has left the building! A relaxing sigh resonates around the house. She left the way she lived here: in a whirlwind of hurried activity. So enthralled by the science, Fiona... forgot her flight? No forgetting is too strong a word; more like wanting to use the time as effectively as possible; so much so that she thought the flight back to Nassau was in the afternoon not the morning.
It didn't end in tears however, after some rush packing and phoning for to share a charter plane Fiona was safely on the plane back home.
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