Considering the million's of dollars being spent by multiple countries in the attempts to find this plane (and the not inconsiderable risk taken daily, by the very brave men and women involved in the search), IF I were in control of this search effort, I would be very tempted to grab a piece of a decommissioned 777, fly it out to the south Indian Ocean in a C130 and throw it out the back, just before the next search vessel arrive on scene, call it a day and get back to other matters.
(is that the world's longest sentence ever?)
In the meantime, is it just me, or is there something very reassuring about our not being able to explain away everything that happens on our little planet?
Who would have thought that Steve Fossett could have simply flown into a down-draft and hit a mountain? Lost for years. On the mainland continent of the USA? Really? How could that be?
FFS. There are caves on Earth, that we don';t know how deep they go, Ocean floors that we possibly will never set foot on. SHIT HAPPENS people and I personally am very happy to know that we DON'T KNOW EVERYTHING and that some things are beyond our control.
There is not always someone to blame.