the indian addiction
June 27th 2006 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
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