It was already afternoon when she arrived in Thule. The moment she stepped out of the airport, she was swarmed by local cab drivers shouting for passengers, their heavy regional accents making it tough for outsiders to catch every word.
They practically boxed her in. A dozen unfamiliar but eager faces kept asking where she was headed, insisting their cars were almost full and ready to leave immediately.
She politely declined, explaining that her hotel had arranged a pickup. Gripping her snowboard bag, she carefully navigated the icy steps.
It had been dumping snow in Thule for three straight days. The skies had finally cleared, leaving the ground dangerously slick. One wrong step and she would go flying. Her breath puffed out in white clouds, and her cheeks were already flushed bright pink from the biting chill.
It had to be at least twenty degrees colder here than back in Cabinda.
And it would be even worse once she reached Hvitland.
She found the hotel shuttle and heaved her luggage into the back. No sooner had she settled into her seat than her tour guide texted to check if she had landed.
The guide was a young, outgoing local guy named Victor, just a year older than her, who communicated almost exclusively in enthusiastic voice memos.
She typed a quick reply: 'I'm here, just got on the shuttle to the hotel. By the way, there's been a change of plans. My friend had an emergency and couldn't make it, so it's just me now.'
Victor: 'Do you want to carpool then? I can ask around and see if anyone has a similar itinerary.'
She thought about it for a second. Chartering a private car was a couple of hundred dollars a day—a bit of a splurge for a solo traveler. Usually, she would opt to split the fare in this situation.
But she didn't want to cram into a fully loaded van.
'Could you check if anyone is on a similar route? Just one or two people would be perfect. I'd rather not be squeezed in.'
Victor shot back an 'OK' sticker: 'It might be tough on such short notice, though. We head to Hvitland tomorrow, and most people already have their rides sorted.'

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