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‘What the bloody hell is happening?’ Workers start doing noisy foundation repairs at 11 p.m.; police shut them down immediately

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The construction machinery sat quietly outside the Ingeniør G. Paulsen building all day, but at 11 p.m. Wednesday those living near the sports and tourism center got an Earth (and ear) shattering wake-up call. 

“What the bloody hell is happening at Hurtigruten??” somebody immediately asked on a local Facebook community page as another posted a short video of the ruckus taking place in the dark. According to Svalbardposten, The Governor of Svalbard received the first of numerous calls two minutes later and police were quickly sent to the scene where they found workers doing reconstruction work on the building’s foundation.

The workers stopped immediately after the police arrived.

Ingeniør G. Paulsen, which focuses largely on snowmobile equipment and tours, is owned by Hurtigruten Svalbard. The company is making major upgrades to the sports center as well as hotels and other facilities.

“Sorry about this, we’re on the case and we’re going to end the work immediately,” wrote Vebjørn Andresen, Interim Destination Director at Hurtigruten Svalbard, in a Facebook message shortly after numerous other complaints were posted on the page.

 

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Mark Sabbatini

I'm a professional transient living on a tiny Norwegian island next door to the North Pole, where once a week (or thereabouts) I pollute our extreme and pristine environment with paper fishwrappers decorated with seemingly random letters that would cause a thousand monkeys with a thousand typewriters to die of humiliation. Such is the wisdom one acquires after more than 25 years in the world's second-least-respected occupation, much of it roaming the seven continents in search of jazz, unrecognizable street food and escorts I f****d with by insisting they give me the platonic tours of their cities promised in their ads. But it turns out this tiny group of islands known as Svalbard is my True Love and, generous contributions from you willing, I'll keep littering until they dig my body out when my climate-change-deformed apartment collapses or they exile my penniless ass because I'm not even worthy of washing your dirty dishes.
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