I bet Sherlock would be really good at finding an airport on MapCrunch.
Sherlock: JOHN SHUT-UP.
John: I didn't say anything.
Sherlock: YOU WERE GOING IN A RANDOM DIRECTION, IT'S ANNOYING. OK, oaks and palm trees growing together - this transition is only found in southwestern Puebla, which means that I'm on the border of Mexico and Arizona, obviously. Airport within 30 miles, sand on the road indicates that the last few cars went North, makes sense, because the nearest city is in Nogales. OKEYDOKEY.
Sherlock: *click, click, click* HELL YEAH, FOUND THE AIRPORT.
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Sherlock: How are you doing, John?
John: I'm in Antarctica.
