Lots more here. Via @borzou
Fans of the business of flying should take a look at Jason Rabinowitz’s Twitter feed. His coverage of how the storm affected east coast flight operations is fascinating. He’s @AirlineFlyer. Also, see the article Why Did New York’s JFK Airport Struggle to Cope With Its Flight Backlog After the Bomb Cyclone? from The Points Guy.
Keep the tight knit Arctic community of Longyearbyen, Svalbard in your thoughts this holiday season. After an evil storm, an avalanche has killed two and hospitalized more, and to complicate matters it happened just two days before the winter solstice, the shortest day of the year, at the height of the long polar night.
Mark Sabbatini, editor of the local weekly newspaper and web site icepeople.net, is providing the best English coverage by far in difficult circumstances – Mark’s own house is among those evacuated until officials determine the risk of further avalanches is past.
It looks from here like Norwegian authorities are responding crisply, running an air ambulance from Tromsø and offering 80-100 free seats on an extra Norwegian Air flight to Oslo for evacuees. The town’s main store, Svalbardbutikken opened on Sunday to provide supplies to evacuees and victims at the city government’s expense.
Spare a good thought for those folks.
Suppose you want the ferry to Erakor Island, Vanuatu? You just kilem gong.
The first we heard of the cyclone was Monday afternoon in Vila. That’s Port Vila, main town of Efate Island, and the capital of Vanuatu, an archipelago east of the Solomon Islands, which in turn are east of Papua New Guines in the South Pacific Ocean. We sat pouring sweat at a terrace café on the only proper street in town.
Burgers and beer were on the menu. The beers were cold and the burgers were more like carnivals on a bun, including the kitchen sink and beets, onions, carrots, eggs, bacon, cucumber, cheese, tomatoes, lettuce, salt, pepper, chilies, ketchup – and maybe a little tiny speck of free-range, insecticide-free Vanuatu beef.
A corpulent pinkish fellow at the next table was going on to his friend: "Bluh bluh rain bluh bla cyclone bluh Fiji." I leaned out from behind my mound of putative hamburger parts and inquired.
"Yeah," he said, "Its southeast of here, toward Fiji. We just had a look at it on the Internet. A big, mean thing. It's what's been causing all the rain."
This was notable since we were bound for Fiji in 18 hours, although just then it was sunny, hot and about 600% humid in Vila, and we were just in from the nearby island of Espiritu Santo, where we'd passed sunny days blistering in relentless sun.
Yet sure enough, in the taxi home we heard the cyclone warnings in three languages on Vanuatu's only AM radio station, with a particular warning for the southeast island group centered around the cult-and-volcano Island of Tanna. By now, the cyclone had a name. May I introduce you to Jo.