Eureka: I’ve Found It
I’ve now found myself in one of the most northernmost places you can get to easily (ok, after only 8 flights): Eureka weather station in arctic Canada. It’s not much of a tourist spot, and actually getting the weather here doesn’t come easily (oh, the irony!). But what you can get is great food and a warm bed to sleep in after shelling out a mere $300 per night.
I left from Friedrichshafen on the 14th to end up in Ottawa via Newark, and I spent most of my flight trying to figure out what I was going to tell the customs agents in Newark when they searched my luggage and found the two bottles of rum I had stashed. Why not just claim them, you may ask? Well, they’re from Cuba. And anyone that lives in the US knows that stuff from Cuba is not allowed in the US if you’re a citizen, because of the… well, since it’s supporting the… I mean, it’s bad to… ok, no one actually knows why. We just get in trouble if we have Cuban goods, that’s all.
