276DA0 DXpedition Report

In Sept, 2024, the utopian seascapes of Tuvalu were the favoured dxstination for 43DA001 Darren, who committed 14 days dx adventure from this “Most Wanted” Oceanic microbe.

The least visited country on Earth, and one of the hottest IOTA prospects in the universe, Tuvalu (276 Division) is a volcanic archipelago in the Polynesia region; one which consists of 3 reef islands and 6 magnificent atolls, each with their own assemblage of paradisical islets, skerrys and cays.



Arguably the most remote DXCC in the ‘Mare Pacificum’, this scattered group of low-lying isles rests east of Temotu (339), northeast of Vanuatu (197), southeast of Nauru (271), south of Kiribati (224/265/266), west of Tokelau (275), northwest of Samoa (223) & Wallis & Futuna (210), and north of Fiji (99).

Here’s Darren’s recollection of events—as they unfolded in this consummate Pacifica paradise—for the first of his island activities; 276DA0, on DX-quisite Fongafale Islet…



DAY 1:  Mon, Sept 16

Check in at Nadi International Airport—in the Ba Province of the Western Division of Viti Levu—is uneventful. This is surprising as my love-hate relationship with Fiji Airways has rarely failed to deliver some sort of skullduggery aimed at fleecing me of cash.

Thus, I put the brass knuckles away and enjoy a meal at one of the airport cafes until departure!

During the flight—cruising at an altitude of some 17,000 ft.—occasional pockets of turbulence do little to numb the adrenalin of pending DX work from one of the world’s truly remarkable DXCC entities and the 2.5 hour journey unfolds like foreplay before an eagerly awaited wedding night consummation.



After endless km of rolling ocean, and a Jason Statham movie on the in-flight entertainment package, a dazzling smear of turquoise and green appears, ringed with coral and studded with tiny, palm-topped islets, sitting vulnerably in the surrounding waters.

Approaching Tuvalu from the sky—so breath-taking and unforgettable—gives such a grand perspective of the atoll and its miscellany of islands.

Gradually, narrow strips of sand and sparse vegetation emerge from an enormous mass of blue, forming a super-sized circle; in the middle a lagoon, or “Te Namo”, dotted with fishing boats and small sailing canoes.

Before we kiss the tarmac, our Fiji Airways ATR 72-600 Turboprop Aircraft dips within fingertips of waves crashing onto coral; and just a little later, I’m on the ground with my luggage, panting in the tropical heat, and the centre of gazes from the community of locals who line the run-way.



In a short while, I arrive at Funafuti Lagoon Hotel by foot, pushing a luggage trolley from the airport—stacked with DXpedition gear—greeting contacts, Temmy and Mailey, at the front desk.

“Tālofa, Mr Darren!”

Recently used by the T2C ham team, my DX-friendly accommodation is a series of cottages on the shores of the “Te Namo”, constructed especially for a Pacific government conference several years ago, and the check-in as easy as a Thai street worker.

Or so I’ve heard…

The dwelling here is “Telikiai”, after the islet of Nui Atoll, and it’s a comfortable lodging indeed on the rim of the “Te Namo”, with a double bed, fridge, couch, bathroom and study desk.



Straightaway, I detect a mast and antenna at the far end of the complex, of a holidaying ham who’s spent the past few days, residing in the same accommodation.

He is T2M Maxim, and going by his profile on QRZ.com, a well-travelled guy like myself, and all about the dx adventure; but with a spider mast and bambi antenna erected alongside solar panels?!? Interesting choice lol!

Hopefully, we’ll stay out of each other’s way hihi!



Suitcase soon in room, I go about laying the IOTA station on a wooden table by one of the windows, overlooking reclaimed land which juts out into the lagoon.

An ICOM IC-7300 and FT-950 by Yaesu are introduced to the bench, along with Manson and Powertech power supplies and the HP Laptop—with logs and other pertinent software—combine to form the perfect IOTA station.

There’s also an Expedition 54 military grade compass which is un-bubble wrapped and placed alongside the transceivers, primed to guide my collection of yagi headings and TX to the farthest ends of the earth.

Outside, the 10m NBS telescopic mast is picketed, guyed to nearby vantage points and a 4 element Moxon antenna—assembled in less than 20 min—is attached to its summit.

A 30m length of Messi and Paoloni coax is then fed from the transciever, through a window overlooking the “Te Namo” (Lagoon), and out to the antenna where it’s looped 6 times to form an RF choke and clipped with 30 x Tangda 43 absorption ferrites for RF decoupling and parasitic suppression.



After about 90 min, drowning in sweat, installation of the station is accomplished and it’s time to switch the rig on to test that everything’s working as it should.

It’s now the adrenalin really starts to kick in, but always with a tinge of trepidation that nothing has been damaged in transit.

On the FT-950 work-horse (the most travelled rig in World DX history), and with the M-4 at 90 degrees, I’m greeted by an SWR of 1.1 and tell-tale signs of prop from the Americas as I spin the VFO to 27.555 MHz USB.



My first CQ call as 276DA0 on the international call frequency has the working QRG flooded with ops and it’s all systems go as stations from neighbouring Pacific isles and South America are logged on the same azimuthal projection.

On the backside of the Moxon, Big Gun Hunter 43DX234 Tom ignites an immediate pileup of stations with a staggering 5/9+20 signal from his home in the cane farms of Queensland.

DXpedition royalty, 41DA981 Giovanni, on New Zealand’s North Island (OC-036), 201DA001 Chris in the Leeward Islands IOTA Group (OC-067) and 338DA010 Jean-Marc in the Marquesas Islands (OC-027) are hot on his heels, along with a trio of Brazilian Big Guns—3DA001 Tulio, 3DA007 Ali and 3DA130 Mateus—who all feature in the top 10!



As the sun sets over Funafuti Lagoon, greyline phenomena generates a fleeting opening with Central America and stations in 10 (Mexico), 196 (Guadeloupe) and 136 (Martinique) are recorded.

Not long after though, our notoriously bipolar band is motionless for several hours, until the first signs of EU appear at 0800 UTC and then I’m shadow boxing the beer fridge as the first guys from this prime DX target are nailed down.

At this time, a readjustment of the Moxon’s beam heading and subsequent CQ call sees fellow DA-RC Member 1DA086 Carmelo the first EU station logged.

From his QTH on Sicily Island (EU-025) in the Mediterranean 1DA086 Carmelo triggers an assault of guys from Poland (161), Italy (1), Serbia (45) and other DXCC which has the log perfectly placed at the wrap-up of Day 1—at 11:30 UTC—with almost 300 stations recorded.



DAY 2:  Tues, Sept 17

After just 3 hours sleep, I’m up at 5am—hot coffee in one hand, mic in the other—with 4 elements of wire aimed at the Americas calling CQ.

The DX Gods don’t disappoint…

Stations from Brazil (3), Mexico (10), Panama (24), Uncle Sam (2), Uruguay (12), Canada (9), Argentina (9) and Caribbean Sea all feature, with substantial signals from the likes of 3DA002 Roger, 24EK011 Gregorio and 196DA101 Roberto on Basse-Terre Island (NA-102).



A highlight of the morning DX stint is when 198AT101 Bob calls in from the Falkland Islands (SA-002).

Bob is a genuine 5/9 signal from his QTH in the distant South Atlantic archipelago and I’m delighted to have his support of the 276 activity.

Mid-morning, I’m QRT and, with a belly filled with toast and papaya jam, journeying into Vaiaku Town for some errands. First stop is an eye-ball with the Minister of Comms at the 3-story government building on the west side of the lagoon, Mr Opetaia Simati.

Here I collect my ham license. I also enjoy a chat with him about the history of both ham and CB in the country over a brew and block of chocolate.

It’s now I learn of 2 other hams living in Tuvalu—T2AM Atufenua (“Atu”) and T2AT Tili, the latter—somewhat of a legend through his work on 27 MHz in the 1990s and early 2000’s with PIG and AT respectively.

“Manuia te aso, Opet!”



Next, I’m off to one of the local stores near Esfam Hotel for shack snacks—biscuits, chips, coffee, noodles—and a case of Fiji Gold beer for hydration purposes.

Inside the 4 walls, imported food is plastic-wrapped to within an inch of its life and stored in enormous freezers—sausages, steak, bacon, fish—while shelves hold cans of foods such as baked beans, spaghetti and corn beef, precariously close to their best-before date.

People rear pigs and grow their own veges here, yet, there’s some reliance on crops brought into the country from Fiji. Traditional produce such as bananas, coconut, pulaka (swamp taro), breadfruit and cassava are plentiful, but salty soil from king high tides, I’m told, kills a lot of it.

I discover that pigs are a key part of sustenance for families in Tuvalu. Some have pens near the house while others keep theirs in a sty near the airstrip. Occasionally pigs escape and can be seen roaming the streets, along with dogs, cats and chickens.



Potholes, like craters on the moon, litter narrow roads and I’m weary of scooters which dart past with 1 sometimes 2 passengers on the back.

Literally no one walks here.

I’m conscious of being the odd man out as lug my back pack of goodies and slab of beer underarm back to the shack.

Unlike the previous evening, EU pickings are sparse when I’m eventually QRV and hunting DX.



There’s a sudden burst of transmissions as the sun sinks beneath the sea—headlined by 161DA010 Maciek in the southern part of Poland and a few ATs from Italy.

Outside of that, it’s a quiet evening indeed, evading blood thirsty mosquitos and Tuvalu Forest Geckos that scamper after moths across the ceiling, while knocking the froth off a few cold ones, and enjoying some DX work on other bands.

Day 2 wraps up with 463 stations ITL and it’s “Manuia te pō” as the rigs are left purring on low volume in the background and lights are switched off.



DAY 3: Wed, Sept 18

Inexplicably, sleepy daylight props continue with barely a bleep on the DX radar when the rig is powered up at 7:30am local time.

With no EU signals on the LP, and no sign of the Americas on the SP—due to recent geomagnetic storms confirmed by the Space Weather Prediction Center—I slip into my cap and Japanese riding boots (thongs), and walk to the National Bank of Tuvalu.

My aim here is to track down Mr Atu, T2AM.

Startled, surprised and inquisitive at my arrival, we strike up an immediate bond, and on his meal break, this friendly Tuvaluan takes me to see his long-time friend, Mr Tili.



Soon, I’m holding on for dear life as Atu’s scooter navigates the roads of Senala Village, population some 500, towards the northern part of the islet.

Sadly, Atu confirms fears that Tili is no longer active on radio due to a stroke he suffered in 2019, but that he’ll be sure glad to receive a visit.

We arrive, and after introducing myself as a long time radio friend from Australia—and producing one of Tili’s early PIG QSL cards which I’d brought with me—I’m graciously welcomed into Tili’s home by his adult son and daughter.

Despite being fully coherent, Tili is now non-verbal and has lost movement in his right arm, meaning radio ops is no longer possible. He is, however, still able to smile, laugh and comprehend, and is delighted with stories of our radio contacts together which date back some 25 years.



These days, all of Tili’s radio gear, including his logs, I’m told, are locked in a room and only his YL has the key. Today, she’s at a funeral so we’re unable to run our eyes over what remains of his station, including his records of contacts over the years.

It’s a privilege to be welcomed into Tili’s home.

To pay respects to a man who’s given so much of his life to the hobby in this far-flung part of the world; to meet his family and wish him the very best of health for the future, is incredibly rewarding.

We enjoy Tili’s company for roughly 30 min before Atu drops me in town and I walk the few hundred metres back to the hotel, somewhat inspired by my experiences.



By mid-arvo, I’m behind the rigs, quenching my thirst with a can of Fiji Gold, preparing the tonsils for a night behind the mic with IOTA hungry Europeans.

Weary but always highly motivated.

At 08:30 UTC, all hell breaks loose when 1DA005 Gaetano—Italian DX conductor—leads a concert of callers from key DX markets that has the Sennheiser HD-300 headphones in duress.

Unbelievably, the pile-up is 200 call-thick; a mishmash of unit numbers—alfas, deltas, charlies, sugars and other phonetical diatribe—that has the ears ringing and fingertips tickling the keyboard as I log callsigns in quick succession.



The pile-up becomes cumbersome, though, when blind callers—running big power—disrupt the rhythm and tailgaters chop QSOs like butchers in a Texan abattoir.

When the perpetrators give-up on the counsel of radio police, the operating efficiency returns and the QSO rate rises again.

Top-notch stations logged during this phase include 161EX015 Jurek, 35SR159 Chris, 14KP468 Fredrick and blue-chip DX Hunter 14DA001 Stef in the Drôme department of southern France.

The 24-hour DX window concludes with a total of 702 contacts ITL and I’m delighted that pre-established log-targets have already been met in just 3 days.



DAY 4:  Thurs, Sept 19

Contrary to VOACAP 11 predictions, patterns in propagation in this faraway part of the Pacific are beginning to become more obvious with the band going into a slumber—around 10 am local time—for the next several hours.

This isn’t before a brief opening with OC stations, including sisters 201DA088 Anei and 201DA282 Poerava on Bora Bora Island (OC-067) as well as 9AT119 Alex in NA, which drives the log up towards the 800 mark.

And, so it is again that I’m out and about, in skin-scorching WX, visiting the Tuvalu Philatelic Bureau to buy postcards + stamps for sponsors.

I also search for souvenirs in any of the several Chinese owned stores in the main drag.

None exist!



After a lunchtime feed of fresh fish ‘n’ chips at Sue’s Kitchen, I find myself heading north; striding along a narrow road down the centre of the islet—battling heat and flies—until I reach the Funafuti International Port.

Here, several ships are docked, including the Nivaga III and Manú Folau, and I’m besieged by open-top shipping containers, ship-to-shore cranes and forklift trucks that go about their work in the tropical WX.


 


Google Maps indicates the presence of a maritime light here.

It’s the Fongfale Beacon—listed in the Admiralty as K4768—but with no Amateur Radio Lighthouse Society (ARLHS) reference.

It’s not hard to miss either as I meander through the shipping yard— staying clear of dock workers who go about their work in the syrupy humidity—to gain a better look.

There’s a 19m octagonal shaped column, white in colour, which gives off a light which flashes 2 secs on, then 3 seconds off, to help navigate craft through shallow waters and reef which surrounds the islets.

Samsung camera out, I’m soon shooting shots for submission to the ARLHS, before setting off for the accommodation in search of more DX.

Active again at 5 UTC, fueled by noodles mixed with a can of imported tuna, the greyline delivers a revitalization of the band and stations are logged from Asiatic Russia (302), Marianas Islands (133) and the Philippines (79).



At 0900 UTC, the arrival of 45CI120 Zdenko—in the west-central Balkans—sparks a feeding frenzy as the frequency is lit up with European DX piranhas.

Big Guns 47DX101 John, 178AT111 Andy and 327AT011 Martin in the south-central EU nation of Slovenia are banging down the door, together with an arsenal of small pistols battling with verticals and QRP power.

Tongue twisted, croaky throat and battle-whacked, I hit the pillow at 2am, with almost 800 stations in the log, barely able to string 2 words together.



DAY 5:  Fri, Sept 20

At daybreak, with the Moxon at 170 degrees, 8.73 dBi of M-4 gain flushes out stations from the Western Hemisphere and a LP opening presents opportunities with northern Africa.

Here 34DA183 Carlos and 34DA101 Berto in the Canary Islands (AF-004) and, spectacularly, a maritime mobile station off the coast of Madeira (119 Division), are memorable contacts.

I’m fascinated when told by the ship’s comms officer, Mr Lourenço, that his MM—the NRP PEGASO—is a search and rescue vessel, sailing under the flag of Portugal, traversing the North Atlantic.



Today, T2AM Atu’s ‘Kaaiga’ welcomes me into their home for lunch and what a magnificent traditional spread they table…

Pick of the menu is ‘Nee-Ongo’ birds, ‘Faiai Kaipea’ (stuffed crabs + lolo (coconut cream); all captured and/or gathered and prepared by family members for a communal feast.



Remarkably, I discover that Atu’s father, now SK (RIP), was one of the first CB ops in Tuvalu, making many hundreds of contacts with a Cobra 146 GTL + Moonraker 4 antenna, in the 80’s and 90’s.

His callsign was ‘True Blue 97’.

Amazingly, a vintage QSL—offered up by sponsor 1AT027 Giancarlo on the private FB Group—confirms this, and Atu is holding back tears when he reads his dad’s words.

History has it that, upon John’s passing, the rig and antenna were taken to one of the other islands with Atu’s older brother.

Alas, these haven’t seen airtime since!



After lunch, I say “Tōfā!” to my special friends and continue hiking towards the northern end of the islet, past traditional homes—simple post and beam constructions—with thatched rooves and coral-rock foundations.

I notice a pen with pigs surrounded by what looks like a copra plantation; next to it, a fuel tank, Seventh Day Adventist School (See below), sleeping dogs and more dogs.



A little further up the road is a pile of rusting computers, TV screens, circuit boards, and cables (No CB radios—I check), across from a huge collection of tins.

Close to it is the car dump of the islet; a surprising number of vehicles, one on top, on top, on top of the other.

But there’s also more idyllic spots here; a narrow stretch of sand beach on the “Te Namo” side, small cemeteries with tombstones or just slight slabs of coral, breadfruit trees, and the inescapable palms.

Eventually, I reach a point where there’s no more vegetation and the island is hardly wider than the road I’m walking on.



Time to head back!

Once I return, first key-up on the QRG sees me inundated by a swarm of Indonesian stations from several DXstinations across the archipelago; loudest of which are 91EK277 Doni, 91SD002 Billy and 91RDX906 Zack on North Sumatera (OC-143).

Stations from Italy (1), Finland (56) and Malta (93) round off the day’s work on 11m and I’m in-and-out of DX coma with 827 Stations ITL for the next few hours!



DAY 6:  Sept 21

Energized by a Polynesian breakfast of fresh fish, breadfruit and black coffee, I dismember outstanding propagation with North America, and, off the back of the antenna, my home DXCC.

On 27.385 MHz LSB, 9UDX875 Mark in Alberta Canada, 17AT177 Tony in the Hawaiian Islands (OC-019), and great mate 43DA373 Wayne on Australia’s east coast are a peppering of stations worked in these parts of the world, all with terrific 5/9 signals.

The South Pacific confounds even the savviest map buffs with its splatter of dots spread across the world’s biggest ocean and I’m reaching for the atlas when 41WM887 on Matakana Island (OC-201) in the North Island’s Bay of Plenty appears on the QRG.



After lunch, I follow a trail on the ocean side to the far north of the islet, where the ruins of a WWII bunker protrude from the sand and I can see Amatuku Islet—on which the Tuvalu Maritime Training Institute is located—just a stone’s throw across the sea.

Here, palm trees are shaped in peculiar ways, molded by winds and shifting sands, some sticking out horizontally over the sea and then curving straight up like a horizontal antenna changing its mind.

Often, there are hammocks of rope strung between trees, and people chilling right by the seaside, but they all raise a hand and smile toothy grins as the ‘palangi’ walks by.

Deserving a drink, I find a fallen coconut palm and sit and sip from a water bottle while I wait for a spectacular sunset over Funafuti lagoon.



That night, the band descends into controlled chaos as the floodgates open again with ravenous European DX.

En route to 1,100 stations ITL, more than 200 OM’s are worked until the early hours of the morn, among them pommy pirates 26DA010 Scott and 26DA283 Jason from the United Kingdom and 13OP020 Martin in Germany.



DAY 7:  Sept 22

At 5:30 am, I’m QRV as 276DA0 from this stunning palm-laden pinprick as the sun appears from the ocean side of the islet, buzzing with adrenalin from the night before, despite just a few hours’ shut-eye.

As per Proppy HF circuit predictions, there’s a fleeting LP opportunity with Europa, before the daylight staple of Americas and Pacifica DX is served.

Soon, I’m feasting on more DX for the next few hours; all the while updating the DA-RC website’s online log, and private sponsors Facebook group with proofs.

Time for a walk!



Much of Fongafale is inhabited, and after earlier exploring the northern tip of the islet, it seems the obvious choice today to explore both extremes and so burn off some of the calories from previous days’ feasting.

Walking either way, the islet tapers off and becomes so narrow that in the end, I can watch well-travelled waves of the Pacific roll in on one side, and gentle breakers on the lagoon side arrive at the beach on the other.

And so it is here, at the far southern end, where I take a short track to the Pacific side, mesmerized by the majestic aqua blue seascapes of a country formerly known as the “Ellice Islands”.

I tread the coral beach to the tip of the islet and spy Faatato—a tiny rise of white powder in the distance—completely shrouded by coconut palms. In between, big waves of the Pacific hit modest ones coming from the lagoon, and ultimately disseminate into ripples.



Back at the shack a couple of hours later and I’m readying myself for DX-work after a short power-nap and cold shower to recharge the batteries.

Suddenly, at around 0800 UTC, the band sings with a string of Scandinavian signals lead by 47AT818 Johnny, 47TL058 Ove and 47DX104 Dan on Denmark’s Jutland Peninsula.

Beneath incredible OC constellations, I’m violated by IOTA crazed Europeans with more than 400 guys logged, in what’s the best opening with this major DX market to date!

Providing super-charged signals, fellow DA’s 29DA010 Charlie, 68DA024 Francis and 13DA012 Joe intensify the DX delirium which finally subsides as the band closes around 11:00 UTC.



DAY 8:  Sept 23

Today, sapped of energy and chasing DX downtime after a late night on the mic, I find fun in the morning on the island’s runway. Built in 1943 by the Americans during the WW2, the 1300m long airstrip covers most of the center of the island so it’s certainly easy to find!

Crunching on breadfruit chips I purchase from a small market stall, I see faces—laughing, smiling—youngsters, grown-ups; grandparents; people of all ages; all enjoying each other’s company.



This includes the island’s prisoners who, I understand, are allowed to go fishing and join in games alongside prison guards here. There are 5 inmates, I’m told, incarcerated for crimes such as assault, petty theft or domestic violence.

Since only 3 flights a week land in Tuvalu, the runway is used by locals as a meeting point. It’s a spiritual hub of recreation, relaxation and socialization, where people enjoy picnics, play games such as ‘Kilikiti’ or ‘Te Ano’, or simply just sit and talk.

‘Kilikiti’ is a traditional sport similar to cricket, while ‘Te Ano’ is similar to volleyball. 2 hard balls made from pandanus leaves—roughly 12 cm in diameter—are volleyed at great speed with the team members trying to stop the ball from hitting the ground.



It’s here I bump into Atu who insists I join him at his family’s ceremony in Vaiaku.

For the next few hours inside an enormous Maneapa (local town hall) only metres from the turquois sea, I’m spellbound as locals in traditional costume perform the ‘fatele’, ‘fakanau’ and ‘fakaseasea’—time-honored dances sung to a communal choral harmony with basic percussion instruments!

Men and women in skirt-like garments called ‘teuga’, and decorative headpieces called ‘kiekie’ or ‘taupulega’, made from woven pandanus leaves, dance, sing, laugh and cheer, empowering ancient customs and rituals to wide-eyed ‘tamaliki’, passed down from generation to generation.

It’s an honour for this ‘palangi’ to witness such a show; spectacular, life-changing, overwhelming…



A break from the XCVR for much of the day is exonerated when pileup pandemonium kicks in at 07:30TC (9pm local time) and a further 200 stations are added to the log.

Again blind callers—operating under the falsehood that big power and incessant calling will get them a contact—are a nuclear nuisance. These guys do nothing but spoil the party for others trying to make the log. In fact, several guys cost themselves contacts with the 276 station due to such selfish behaviour as I simply refuse to acknowledge them.

Biding their time in the UK, however, are professional ops 26DA005 Andy and 26DA117 Geoff who smash out contacts, while popular Freeband identities 1/14SUD51 Pascal, 68AT121 Robert and 47AT124 Palle are searing signals.

Conditions subside at 2am local time when the final 276DA0 call is made and I’m celebrating the cessation of operations from this beautiful little islet with more than 1700 stations ITL!

Wow!



At lunch time the next day, when everything is packed away, it’s “Manuia te malaga” to Fongafale as I begin my journey to Multifela Islet for the IOTA leg of my 276 dxpedition.

Congratulations to everyone who made the log for this very special dx adventure.

“Fakafetai” for your support along the way, particularly to the 174 sponsors who contributed towards reducing the substantial costs for this dxpedition.

Without you guys, ‘Most Wanted’ DX events like this, simply do not eventuate!

To the people of Tuvalu—the world’s fourth smallest country—I say “fakafetai” also for the once in a life time opportunity to visit your amazing shores.



LOG DATA

* Stations ITL: 1749

* DXCC Worked: 91 [1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 41, 43, 44, 45, 47, 49, 50, 54, 56, 58, 61, 62, 67, 68, 69, 72, 73, 75, 79, 90, 91, 93, 99, 100, 102, 103, 104, 106, 108, 109, 113, 115, 116, 119, 133, 136, 143, 153, 155, 158, 161, 163, 165, 172, 173, 178, 194, 196, 198, 201, 205, 218, 223, 233, 302, 310, 327, 329, 338, 347]

* DA-RC Members Worked: 87 [1DA005 Gaetano, 1DA007 Darek, 1DA020 Gianmarco, 1DA086 Carmelo, 1DA101 Giorgio, 2DA010 Jeff, 2DA012 Tim, 2DA120 Tom, 2DA357 Dave, 3DA001 Tulio, 3DA002 Roger, 3DA007 Ali, 3DA010 Marcio, 3DA011 Luiz, 3DA017 Rafael, 3DA018 Renner, 3DA055 Jose, 3DA130 Mateus, 3DA148 Tony, 10DA107 Cristian, 13DA012 Joe, 14DA001 Stef, 14DA011 Cedric, 14DA014 Eric, 14DA017 Pat, 14DA019 Chris, 14DA020 Pascal, 14DA021 Phil, 14DA026 Nicolas, 14DA027 Thierry, 14DA028 Phil, 14DA029 Pat, 14DA037 Viviane, 14DA044 Herve, 14DA045 Christophe, 14DA049 Fred, 14DA057 Greg, 14DA059 Jack, 14DA064 Bruno, 14DA069 Thierry, 14DA070 Franck, 14DA078 Fabrice, 14DA181 Marc, 14DA496 Rino, 19DA104 Gene, 26DA005 Andy, 26DA010 Scott, 26DA117 Geoff, 26DA283 Jason, 29DA010 Charlie, 30DA010 Sergio, 30DA011 Luis, 30DA027 Jose Maria, 30DA112 David, 30DA202 Javier, 32DA005 Rodrigo, 34DA101 Berto, 34DA183 Juan-Carlos, 41DA981 Giovanni, 43DA007 Mike, 43DA050 Geoff, 43DA123 Brian, 43DA161 Jay, 43DA162 Brett, 43DA225 Frank, 43DA304 Steve, 43DA305 Karl, 43DA373 Wayne, 43DA392 Graham, 43DA1112 Leonie, 45DA101 Dejan, 68DA024 Francis, 79DA027 Jotham, 79DA383 Conrad, 99DA101 Tony, 155DA441 Gary, 161DA005 Jurek, 161DA010 Maciek, 161DA015 Janusz, 161DA135 Sylwester, 165DA101 Alessandro, 172DA161 Patrice, 196DA101 Roberto, 201DA001 Chris, 201DA088 Anei, 201DA282 Poerava, 338DA101 Jean-Marie]