They say that life in the arctic is hard. Drug and alcohol abuse is rampant, it seems like there's a death every week, a woman's black eye is a man's trophy, and being covered with hickeys shows that they still love each other. Every woman of child bearing age is pregnant (despite the fact that there are "wear a condom" posters everywhere, and they're available free everywhere), since how many babies you have gives you bragging rights, and every child that you give birth to means that much more "baby money" that you get on the 20th of every month.
Other than that, I don't get it. Attempting to provide customer service, and please a customer that didn't work for their money, doesn't pay rent for the place that they're going to put their purchase in, and can't understand why you're still asking them for money on a snowmobile that they financed over a year ago and haven't made a single payment on yet... that's challenging. Being in a remote village, thousands of miles from family and friends... that's difficult. Living in a valley, that has two rivers running through it, is surrounded on three sides by mountains, and the other by the ocean... that's not hard at all.
Going through the last four deaths right now would make this blog too long.
Stay tuned for part two.
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