Our flight has touched down in what appears to be Antarctica. In fact, it is a small landing strip dug out of snow and surrounded by nothing. No city lights, no traffic, and no passengers to pickup. After a handful of people got off the plain, I couldn’t help but notice I knew everyone on the plain by their first name! I come to find out later, that all but 10 passengers continuing on to Tashkent Uzbekistan were Peace Corps. After a quick baggage security check (now required on all international flights that stop en route to a final destination), and more jet fuel, we were back in the air and being served an early morning breakfast.