I've just spent the last 10 minutes on the phone with the Argentina air force trying to find space on one of their flights down to Ushuaia, the planets Southernmost city.
I emailed them on the weekend to enquire about a flight on Monday and got a somewhat confusing response:
'Hello from Buenos Aires! Sorry no possible Monday, we only fly on Monday and Friday. To pay your reservation please call number xxxxxx'
After 10 minutes on hold I finally got put through to a lovely lady who explained that the plane was broken (at least I think that was what she said). Apparently the plane wouldn't be fixed for another 5-10 days so I thanked her nicely and paid through the nose for a one way ticket on some tin-pot budget Argentinian airline. I'm hoping their areoplanes are as efficient as their online booking service, which worringly requires the name and phone number of your next of kin when you book a flight.
Its only now that I realise the 13hrs to Buenos Aires and further 2 flights to Ushuaia will take me the furtherest South i've ever been - almost to the end of the earth. Then i'll be able answer for myself that that has puzzled man for so long...
The Flat Earth Society:
'But why? Why do we say the Earth is flat, when the vast majority says otherwise? Because we know the truth.'
All sounds a bit Mulder & Skully to me
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