Here’s a little story. Back in 1988 I hurried back to London from Saudi Arabia to be interviewed for a “job of a life-time” that (would have) involved roaming the open spaces of Alberta in a V8 Chevy van servicing equipment at remote clinical outposts. The plan was to be in touch with base via radio (no satellite phones then). I would even have had a budget to hire any help required along the way (expected to be local Indians, rather than cowboys, apparently). Although I made sure that I passed the interview (ie, by saying “yes” to everything), in the end the whole thing fell through (timed-out, really) due to the need, in those days at least, to be able to demonstrate that no Canadian citizen was available to fill the post.
Again, I reckon the best approach is, assuming that you’re really keen, is to get yourself out there and bang on a few doors. That’s what I should have done (had I not been having so much fun at the time with biomed maintenance contracts in the mountains to the south of the Desert Kingdom).
