At the end of our final night's observing, the sea of clouds around the islands was blazing orange in the dawn light. It marked the end of a successful run, with only a couple of hours lost due to clouds. I grabbed a couple of hours sleep before our taxi arrived to take us back to sea level, and luckily this meant I was so tired I almost didn't notice how carsick I felt as we twisted and turned back down.
The journey home was uneventful but long. We flew to Tenerife, then to Barcelona, then to London, and so we spent all day in airports. By the time we got back I felt pretty shattered. I didn't know where I'd be travelling next, I hoped it would be somewhere exciting but I also hoped I'd get to stay at home for more than a week before I was off again.