I went to ascension in 1985, courtesy of the RAF, who posted me to the Falkand Islands. We arrived around midnight and when the plane doors were opened, it was like opening an oven door. We ALL had to exit the plane and were crammed into a tiny room on the air base. It was like the black hole of Calcutta, about a 150 guys crammed into a tiny room, that was already about 40''c. Our complaints fell of deaf ears but eventually we reboarded the plane. We had spent about two hours there, but then when we arrved on the Falkands it was winter and freezing, such a contrast!
I was there in 1965 while in the USAF. We lived in tents and built 3 tracking towers for the Eastern Test Range. We drove to the top of Green Mountain and climbed down in the crater in a 4xjeep. It is such a remote and different place for sure.
If I were a billionaire, I'd build a very nice house there and bring in nice fishing yacht so I can go fishing in pristine, untouched waters. My hiding place should I need to escape to when all hell breaks loose.
