The infamous McMurdo Crud. Anyone who has been down here knows about it, probably too well. It’s your common cold &/or stomach bug, but it spreads like no other. It seems like there is no way of avoiding it. Hand sanitizer galore and vigorous hand washing can only go so far. It knocked me out for two days at the beginning of last week, it moved on to McBride, then hit Martin. Who’s next?! Only the Crud knows…
In other news, still no weatherport, but we’ve officially made ourselves at home in the little room off of the galley. At least we get the advantage of being near the delicious food at all times. It’s safe to say that I haven’t felt hungry since arriving.
Without a real place to work, we’ve been pretty free during the weeknight evenings. We did the short walk out to Discovery Hut a few evenings ago. The storage hut was built by Robert Scott in 1902. It’s been remarkably preserved and is designated a historical monument.
We’ve been told that we’ll finally be getting into our weatherport on Wednesday, so it’s soon to be a lot more work and less play. We’re all really looking forward to it.