The first thing that struck me about Anchorage was that when we stepped out of the airport at one in the morning, it was still light outside. I hadn't realised that Anchorage was so far north, but here in summer, the sun never sets. Which is only, say, marginally surreal. We stayed overnight in a small little hotel run by a Pakistani woman and her husband. Mum had a good little hobnob with her about Indian spices and whatnot - apparently there's no Indian food, grocery stores or restaraunts to be found anywhere in Anchorage because the local Indo-Asian population of 70-odd families (a sizeable little community) refuse to support it. Oddly, they'd rather import their spices from south of the border - that is, Canada - instead of having food available for them locally. But
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