“Ravens are clowns,” Heather adds, approvingly. From a riverside sign, I learn of a local First Nations story of the raven as a creator/trickster who steals a box of light to create the sun. I’ve been noticing the gangly birds all over town, peering at me with a squawk from atop power line poles. “Everything in Canada is just … nice.”)īy coincidence I bring up one of her favorite art subjects: ravens. We talk art, Whitehorse, college life, then-invariably in an election year-U.S. Unauthorized use is prohibited.Īt Yukon Artists Work, an artist collective filling a cute royal blue house with a white-picket fence, I meet local artist Heather Hyatt. That’s about one per 600 residents, an almost Santa Fe-esque tally. A brochure I picked up at the Yukon’s visitor center lists 38 studios and art galleries in this town of just over 23,000. Everywhere you look, colorful wall murals back buildings with tributes to First Nations culture, moustached Mounties or, in another case, Jimi Hendrix. Gorgeous backdrops of low-lying mountains and big skies rim a central grid of wide streets filled with many cubical buildings that seem, at times, like they’re bracing for winter all year long.īut art’s hold on the city is unmistakable too. Whitehorse-named for Yukon River rapids tamed by a dam since 1958-is like many northern cities. “The only bad thing about living here is you don’t get any sleep,” says Wolfgang Bublitz, the German owner of Whitehorse’s Northern Lights Resort. They make me think of unseen giants playfully running their chubby fingertips across our sky, as if it were a cosmic cake’s frosting. At first they’re slight and murky, then saturate into impressive bold stripes made from solar winds crashing into our atmosphere. Though it’s only the start of aurora borealis season (which lasts from late August to April), white lights are stretching across the sky. I grab a jacket, slip on my shoes, and hop out into a brisk late summer night. At least when the northern lights are out. It’s totally fine to wake fellow guests in the wee hours in the Yukon. “They’re dancing,” Mike from Ontario explains. He’s in shorts, winded, fog seeping from his breath in the chill. At the door stands the man I met at dinner. I guess it is the whim of the bank in defining local or international transaction that caused the issue with my payment only go through intermittently before this.Urgent knuckles rap against my bedroom door. He mentioned that Nespresso is Malaysia merchant (not verbatim). The CS will add Nespresso as allowed transaction. Because they considered it as out of country (international) transaction. They confirmed they transactions was declined by the bank. In the meantime, I tried using paypal but the transaction with Nespresso still rejected.įinally managed to reach my bank CS just now.
I don't mind paying a bit extra buying from 3rd party rather dealing with error code 766 all the time.īank CS was unreachable due to high traffic since yesterday. In latest reply, I ask them to refund my balance credit.
First they just reset my Nespresso account password (why would this help), next they say previous transaction was fine (of course that one was fine. They keep rejecting my card that I use daily with no issue.Įmails with CS is very frustrating. I had tried to place order so many times the past 2 days. Credit card only intermittently successful.