At 83 degrees north in Greenland, a major mining company has set up a "recon camp" to see if there's Zinc in them hills (or rather, mountains).
Heading out from Longyearbyen are the intrepid pilots of a Hercules plane, giving those poor souls up there all the supplies they need.
And standing behind a bar there's me - supplying these gentlemen with all they require in the way of booze (and some food).
So to go on with the story.
At 7 AM this morning I was awoken from my slumber by the cell phone ringing. On the line was the night shift receptionist asking me if I wanted to go to Greenland?
"Hell yeah!" I said
"Well, be here in ten minutes then"
So I jump out of bed, into some clothes, grab a slice of bread and haul my ass up to the hotel where the flight crew is waiting for me to tag along on their first trip of the day.
There really wasn't all that much to see at the landing strip on the fjord where we touched ground and we only stayed for the 20 minutes it took to unload the fuel drums they were transporting. But it was still pretty damn awesome! I've never been in a Hercules before and I sure ain't never been to 83 degrees North before (nor Greenland for that matter).
All in all a damn good morning!