A trip to Svalbard

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It was a cold day in January.  The young man had just landed in Longyearbyen and his plane was standing on the runway.  The plane was tiny with room for only six passengers.  The young man was the only passenger that day.  The runway too was very small, so only small planes could land there.  It was the young man's first visit to Svalbard.  For ten minutes he stood looking at the wild white mountains.  It was nearly dark and very cold.  He was wearing a thick blue coat, leather trousers, black snow boots and a red hat. 

In his bag he had a modern camera and an envelope with a letter for the local newspaper.  The young man had come to Svalbard to take pictures of mountains and polarbears.  A strange place, he knew, not far from the North Pole.  Only one small town calle Longyerbyen.  The people who live there are miners who work in the cola mines or administration people.  Some people work in the bars and restaurant.  Nobody lives in Svalbard for very long, they arrive, work for a few years, and return home.  There is another town 50 kilometers away, called Barentsburg, populated by Russian miners.  People usually travel from Lonyearbyen to Barentsburg by snow scooter.  In winter there is no daylight, but in summer the sun shines all through the night

The young man knew all this and he was thinking about it while he was wondering what to do next. The pilot had driven away in his car and the young man was completely alone.   He saw no other people.  The young man stood for ten minutes wondering if there was a hotel near by.  It had become quite dark and he could not see the hungry polar bear who was watching him from the other side of the runway.