What is wrong with the Sun?

Yeah, this post is coming in extra late. But that's because I've been extra busy being extra lazy.

The flight back to Christchurch was pretty uneventful. I suppose I was lucky in the fact that my first time down in Antarctica I never had any delayed, canceled, or boomerang flights. There was a lot of room in the back of the C-17 because they usually send science gear down to leave down there, so there was a loot of room to get up and walk around or lie down without being in the way. The Air Guard crew tried to sleep until the call or turbulence came in.
I wound up watching a movie on my MacBook, and later played Monopoly with a Kiwi seated next to me. I don't remember who was winning, as we landed before we could finish.

One we landed everyone piled into the little sardine bus we rode in the first time. It did not seem as crowded as the last time, I think because most people were not wearing as much clothing, but the seats were still two narrow. It was difficult to sit next to someone without feeling like it would have been more comfortable to be sitting on their lap or vice-versa.

We were dropped off at a small wing of the Chrtistchurch airport where we picked up our luggage at a baggage carousel and then went through customs like anyone entering the country.
Which was odd, since I kept being told that technically we never left. We left the terminal and followed the blue footprints on the sidewalk again back to the Clothing Distribution Center, where we threw all our ECW gear into a pile and caught a shuttle to our hotels.

The Windsor had been nice, but I wanted to try another hotel so this time I stayed in the Camelot, right off Cathedral Square. It was a very nice room with two queen-sized beds and a private bathroom. I was staying an extra night so I had to pay for it, and I thought the price was a little high but not too bad. Then I remembered the room price was in New Zealand dollars and suddenly I liked the room a lot more.
There was a tv in the room. I wound up watching Boston Legal and another US television show I cannot remember. I also saw a lot of billboards on busstops around town for other US shows like LOST and CSI. Its neat that they get to watch our shows, but why do we not get to watch theirs?

I was later told, by natives of both New Zealand and Australia, this is because their countries lacked anything near as good.

It was fun finding something to eat in town. I wandered up and down streets looking at restaurants. There certainly was a lot of Asian food, though you could also find Greek and Middle Eastern and Pubs on every corner and even McDonalds, Burger King, and KFC. I almost went to KFC, having heard in McMurdo their chicken is better.
My second day, after a walk through the Botanical Gardens to cross town looking for a Borders, I found a nice Pub called the Fox & Ferret. There I had three glasses of the most amazing pineapple juice (which may have tasted better than it was after a several mile walk across town on a warm, sunny day) and the best burger I had had in six months (most likely contribuited to the fact I was in McMurdo for that time). It was truely an awesome burger and I let the staff know as much. It was the Fox burger, one of their signatures.
I found the Borders and bought a boxed set of the Harry Potter books. I refuse to buy the US versions since they change text around. I don't understand this. It was in English, it does not need to be translated into English. There is also no reason to retitle the first book, either. The Philosopher's Stone has been an item in US fiction before so it should not have been something new.
For dinner my second night I stopped at Ebisu, a little Japanese restaurant on the south side of an East-West running street a few blocks south of Cathedral Square. It was a nice little place with friendly staff. This is one of those Japanese restaurants where all the meals come in small portions and you and your group are supposed to order a lot of dishes and just trade them around.
Well, it was just me so I settled for just one dish, which was good, a kind of grilled steak with garlic. It was a great restaurant, and I will definitely do back if I'm in Christchurch again.

My flights back went pretty uneventful, except for the several straight hours of turbulence on my 747 flight across the Pacific.
I had originally been seated in an exit row with two Aussies, but the flight crew asked me to move since I was by myself. Apparently it is easier for them to get the meal carts out of the galley if people don't have their legs in the way. So I was moved to the back, where I was given first pick on an ENTIRE interior row to myself. Well, I knew I could sleep in a seat sitting upright if I needed and I expected to watch movies for much of the flight, so I turned down the offer and took up two chairs at the very last row on the right side of the aircraft. Apparently the woman who took the entire row also left her belongings in her original seat further up, which irritated another passenger who thought the woman was staking claim in too many areas.
Watch movies I did. I wound up watching the Incredibles and City of Ember. Both were good movies but the ending of City of Ember seemed to be anti-climactic. At least it had Bill Murray in it. I also TRIED to watch Space Chimps, which could have been a great movie about monkeys and space ships, but the entire subplot with the aliens was so stupid I turned that off and watched something else.
I slept pretty well, considering the turbulence. Somehow I slept for six hours when I thought it should have been more like one. MAYBE two.

Getting through LAX was not too bad. I had to pick up my luggage and then have it checked again, then re-enter the airport at the domestic terminal and get back into line. Myself and a Grantee from McMurdo both saw our tickets saying our flight boarded in the next half hour or so. It was then I found out that LAX has a separate baggage screening area for people who are 'in a hurry'. A man walks the isle, asking if anyone is about to be late, and then lets them through a separate door to another area which is completely empty, save for the TSA personel and the few 'late' passengers.
Turned out the plane was supposed to board in 30 minutes, but realy didn't until after that, as the departure time was well over an hour away.

I landed at DIA, met my father, picked up my luggage, dropped the gifts for my grandparents off, rode to Colorado Springs, saw my mother, and then went home to a pile of packages that had been waiting for me (I made a few online purchases while I was on the Ice).

All-in-all it was not a bad experience. I knew it would be interesting even before I started and I had told people so. It also was a little fun at times (I am still the only person I know who likes to drive Pisten Bullys) and I would even be up for the entire experience again, maybe in another department next time.
Yes, of my own free will.

It hasn't been too bad being back, and I do not think I had any trouble adjusting to the time-zome change. There were a couple of odd moments in coming back from the ice, the most significant of which being when I was walking through Christchurch and suddenly stopped, then looked up, puzzled as to why the sun was straight up in the sky.
I had been so used to the sun always being at the same height above the horizon throughout a day that I forgot that it goes up and down normally.