We've started loading up the reindeer for the trek across the tundra to the winter pastures in the south. That was all fine and good, but the snow has claimed the roads and reindeer are few and far between. I dashed out into the white-out to try and find one of the more intrepid taxis still plying their trade. Fortunately, I managed to wade through the snow and flag down a hackney cab (the big taxis you get in London). Even more fortunately, the driver was sympathetic to our plight and agreed to help us move our gear to the storage centre. The driver was a delightful Somali chap who couldn't have been more helpful - he even helped us to tote the bags down to the cab. It took about 10 mins to get to the store where we found that the parking area was knee-deep in snow. We lugged the bags through this into the dock area. The taxi fare was a mere 5 Brit pounds! We noticed that the taxis that were running were all driven by immigrants; too cold for the local indigenous folk ...
We walked to the post office in the city only to find it was closed - again. A further trek though the snow and ice took us to another PO which was open; we were able to arrange for our mail to be redirected. This PO is in a small shop - also open. You guessed correctly; the shop and PO was run by immigrants.
