In Gander, the hospitality of perfect strangers.
Now that the prez has suggested y'all get on the airplane, you probably need some travel ideas:
A final update on the midnight faxer. After hooking up our computer as a fax machine one night and recieving a detailed fuel status report, I looked up the fuel company's name through the online yellowpages and called a local office to leave a message. "uh, yes, you don't know me but your fax machine in Manchester seems to think it does..."
Yesterday afternoon I got a call from an apologetic owner who said that they have an unmanned station down there and the technician must have put the wrong number into the machine. Hopefully he can get someone down there in the next couple of days.