Things are not looking good.
It seems that all of nature's powers have came together in beautiful harmony, all for a common goal: to fuck me over. So as volcanic clouds are hovering over us and wind is reluctant to blow them away, I'm looking for alternative ways to get of this Grey-shaded island.
In walks Yaakov Amsalem, a travel-agent-super-spy, who can get you on the first flight to Mars if he really wanted to. Although his methods can be a bit unorthodox, he'll get you where you want to go. One way or another.