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Tuktoyaktuk

The end of the road - green sea.
No road between break-up and freeze-up.
We landed here.
God is a pingo.
A shaman of cariboo skulls piled high
on every roof.

The Point, Tuktoyaktuk
(conversation inside Lina Anikina's
fishing tent, getting to know
Norah and Nicolas.)


Felix: 	But he died recently.

Norah: 	He died of AIDS. (Pause) I
        don't like the camera much.

Felix:  Was it last year?

Norah: 	Uhm, I think it was two years
        ago cause...

Philip: Freddie Mercury, longer? 

Norah: 	...cause I was in Bombay and everyone was
        really sad, eh, because he was born there.

Felix: 	Was it like every day on the radio?

Norah: 	hmmm...

Philip: So, what music do you listen to?
        Nicholas, what music do you listen to?

Nic: 	U2. Yourself?

Philip: Uhm, I'm really old-fashioned.
        I like early Elvis...

Norah:  Early Elvis!

Philip: Ya, I like Roy Orbison, Willie Nelson,
        John Lee Hooker...

Norah: 	Elvis has been sighted in Tuktoyaktuk. It's true.
        It was even on the radio here. They had a little 
        program on the local radio station. A lot of people
        believe it, that Elvis was seen in Tuktoyaktuk
        recently. Arisen from the dead. It was on the
        radio, man. Why not. It would be a good place to
        hide out.


moments later...
Norah: 	Where are you going?

Nic: 	Outside.

Norah: 	You're not scared?

Nic:	We should buy all of
        the floats, so we can
        float away, some more
        vests. It's going to
        come to that.


(WAV 70K, 120K)


Norah:	 I'm going to float back to B.C.

Philip:	 How high is the water out there, Norah?

Norah:	 It's pretty high. It's fairly close to the tent
         and, uh, I don't really feel like going swimming
         tonight so...
         We may have an arctic bath. It's very close to
         the tent.

Philip:	 How close?

Norah:	 Too close. This is like definite close encounter.
         So close that man if I just like spat out the
         back window, it would hit the ocean.

Philip:	 What's the sky doing?

Norah:	 Oh, it's shit. Turbulent. It's like those
         mornings when you wake up crabby and disturbed.
         It's like the inside of your brain on that
         morning but the sky is like that.

Philip:	 Should we put up another tent?

Norah:	 No, we should just like live with the adventure
         and kind of enjoy the peril I think. There're
         sharks too. I don't know if I mentioned the sharks.

Philip:	 No.

Norah:	 Ya, there're sharks for sure. And polar bears,
         they're starting to swim in, eh, because the
         cariboo are coming soon, so they're coming in and
         they're going to smell the fish we ate for dinner.



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