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The crowds now arriving in force for adventures in the “remote” Arctic found themselves dealing with a bit of cold reality Saturday in the form of traffic jams at a sobriety and driver’s license checkpoints for snowmobilers. But for nearly all it was merely a nuisance as only one of 85 drivers saw red, so speak, on the alcohol test – and that tourist suffered far less of a hardship than a reindeer suffering a broken leg that police killed after it was spotted near Huset.
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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.