Technical difficulties overcome

Well, we're here. The last time we arrived in Iqaluit, the cable was out. This time, the phone was out -- much worse for me because I was cut off from the internet. How was I supposed to find out what was going on in the world without all my blogs? I've been suffering through withdrawal, but finally, at 4:00 today, my connection to the world was restored. It's hard to believe some people actually get their window to the world from such sources as CNN or CBC Newsworld. They trickle out information at such a slow rate and with this constant tease to what they'll tell you later -- it's unbearably frustrating. Without the the random access of the internet I'd go mad. More so, I mean.

Travelling with toddlers is not easy. We were lucky though, the last row of the plane (both sides) had just one passenger and he offered to trade with us. We had all of six seats just for the four of us -- and a bit of space so they could move around. Max and Talia were very good for most of the flight; we kept them occupied by feeding them things they love and by pulling surprise toys out when they were getting a little rangy. They didn't sleep like we had planned, but they were cheery, so it was okay. But in the last half hour they lost it. We were descending and they were having problems popping their ears. They'd been trapped in the same place for three hours and they'd decided they'd had enough. They cried and screamed the whole way down. When the plane finally stopped moving, Talia conked out and couldn't be woken for a half hour.

We're staying in a cluster of townhouses known as White Row. It's pretty old, and is considered a bit of an eyesore -- even for Iqaluit. But now it seems there's plans in store for this site. So I guess we're living in a condemned building.

Once we settled in we went out shopping. And we ran into Canada's only real super-hero. I'll write about that tonight.