Holiday in Antarctica
Weather dot com, among the most annoying of all the websites I routinely visit, declared that the coldest place on earth is some dark mountain ridge in Antartica, where the temperature is (or once dipped to) -133 degrees Fahrenheit. This calls to mind the scheming of a certain Colombian woman I met back in the 1990s, who sought to reignite passions with a former lover (or, perhaps, geeky acquaintance who had once had unrealistic designs on whisking her off her feet). Having watched her lone child grow into manhood (did she have a daughter too? Hmmm, have to think about that), and thereby no longer enjoying child support (plus more) from her ex-husband, she was in search of a man, and perhaps this past connection would fit the bill. No matter that he was deeply ensconced at McMurdo Station, a stone’s throw (relatively speaking) from that aforementioned frigid ridge (dammit, the coldest place on earth!). For the price of not having to slave in a bank’s bureaucracy, she’d be willing to summer and winter and even spring and fall in Antartica (what?!!).
I’m sure I’m misremembering at least a little of this. Also, everything I learned of the tale was second-hand, and much would have been lost in translation. And, obviously, there was the chance that everything I was told was entirely without merit. Alas!
I lost touch with this woman not long after hearing of this frigid scheme, and every once in a while I wonder how it all turned out for her.