Love him or loathe him, in the dizzying reaches of the High Arctic, he’s the guy who gets things done – one ear to the phone, one hand on the wheel, a head full of plans and pockets stuffed with money. By Brent Reaney
I’m in search of Aziz Kheraj, a.k.a. Ozzie, the man who basically owns Resolute Bay, Nunavut, including this strange hotel where I’m staying.
Kheraj is a business baron and the epitome of the Russian proverb, “who doesn’t risk, doesn’t drink champagne”.
Following in the far north’s tradition of people who’ve braved the extreme conditions to find fortune, he came to Canada from Tanzania in 1974 with only fifty dollars to his name, and worked his way northwards to Resolute.