Allergy and not enough to do

I woke up with immensely puffy eyes and sore throat this morning, suggesting that whoever came up with the theory that dust mites don't exist above three thousand meters was not right. Strangely enough everything was fine the first night. I was probably so tired that even my allergy couldn't be bothered. As there was still no sight of L. today there was little for me to do. I hence tortured V., my lovely team, with my bad spanish and hope that I somehow got across to her what we are going to do in the next months. As it was raining hard all morning I didn't mind not visiting 'our plot' too much as I have only one pair of work trousers. I have already tested that nothing dries up here by washing my one pair of knickers. It was far more of a bother that the internet still didn't work, though - and nobody knows what is wrong with it. So no e-mail and no skype, and I hope very much that P. - the chef-and-all-sorts-of-other-things of the station misses his buddies as much as I do. Funny enough, people who have been here assure me that neither the road was ever as bad as this time nor was it ever a problem before to go online. They also never had problems with their luggage.
As V. and I came back from an outing to the weather station later in the afternoon a car drove towards us, and much to my happiness it carried L. and N. who had finally managed to retrieve our luggage from the customs people and hence it carried my suitcases, too. I was tremendously pleased to have some equipment to set up but I cannot start to describe how fantastic it is to be able to wear ones own knickers - despite all gratefulness one might feel for ones colleagues who are kind enough to spare some of theirs. Unpacking the suitcase (which took several hours) I noticed that two items and some manuals were missing. Sadly all stuff that pertains to the dreaded sap-flow system which I don't really understand.