Arrived last night at 10:30PM local time on a twin-turboprop puddle-jumper. Had to walk across the
tarmac ice to get to the terminal. The air temperature was -17C, and the wind was whipping.
One of the other passengers was wearing an Hawaiian shirt and shorts.
I’ve never been so cold so fast in my life.
This morning it was -22C, but at least the wind had died in the night. It probably froze to death.
Tomorrow it’s supposed to snow!
Oh frabjous joy.