Wrap-up...

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There was no progress on the Beeline front, as it is not feasible to call from Baikonur, and the email response I got to my query was a masterpiece of corporate obfuscation, except in Russian.

The wind at the airport this morning was wicked, and I got a lungful (or three) of exhaust fumes from the Ilyushin APUs as the containers were unloaded.


An unexpected gig came up this afternoon, supporting the French effort to establish a stable satellite link to the home office, which met with only partial success and will involve having to physically realign an antenna in the near future.

I am well and truly tired, and am surrounded by the noise of people letting their hair down. I might join them, for a while.

Cheers...