We carefully packed our gear and cleaned up our rough camp as best we could. Then we met up with our native guide, Megs for the long journey back to the Aerodrome. Our trusty steed performed as admirably as it had all week and after a grueling trip through the thick underbrush, we arrived well before our flight was scheduled to leave.
For those who have not yet had the pleasure of traveling by Aeroplane, I highly recommend it. Soaring well above the land like some exotic bird of prey is the most astounding sensation that I can ever imagine. Call me foolish and a tad daft, but I truly believe that this primitive form of travel may one day become so popular and so dependable that pretty much everyone will have a chance to enjoy it.
The flight was remarkably uneventful with nary a sign of engine trouble or foul weather the entire way. Our flight landed at the closest Aerodrome to our permanent base. Words cannot describe the sheer joy and exhilaration I felt when my feet once again touched the ground of my homeland. Nothing can portray the overwhelming peace that I felt.
We were met by my faithful guide, Paula's Mother because her clan dominates the lands around the Aerodrome. We stayed long enough at her Parents' dwellings to wish her Mother a Happy Birthday. After that we mounted our steed and headed back to our permanent camp deep in the heart of Georgia. There we were greeted by old friends and our menagerie of animals. We were finally home once more.
Unfortunately this is but a brief respite. As chronicled in the earlier parts of this journal, our purpose for traveling to those wild lands was to scout out a new site for the next permanent base camp. From this new site, we will continue to explore everything we can find and chronicle it for our fellows to study and analyze. Soon we will pack up our few belongings and make the long overland trek to begin a whole new series of adventures. I pray that you will follow this adventures as we strike out into the unknown.
End of rant
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