Final Approach to Ushuaia

I had to call forementioned tin-pot airline the other day in order to pay for my ticket (their website didn;t support online payment) and after an enternity on hold got through to Miguel. He very kindly took my credit card details then explained that it was actually 2 flights from Buenos Aires to Ushuaia, with a stop for refueling en route. OK, I thought, these are small planes so thats pretty normal.

'Where do we refuel?' I asked, curious to know which other town I might get to visit on the way. 'Please, one minute' he said and in the background I could hear him flipping pages in a book. 'Sorry, you have to refuel but it does not say where on the flight plan I have'. Great. What do they do? Just wait for the needle to hit zero then glide down to the nearest petrol station. Now I have images of that 'Alive' film flashing through my mind.

Part of me is thrilled by the unknown and the adventure of it all, the other part of me is somewhat less excited. Nervous may be the word i'm looking for.

In case I never make it to Ushuaia Doug very kindly found this clip on YouTube for me so I know what i'll have missed.

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