The tiny bar of the Tulpan Hotel was a snapshot of Pyramiden as it once was. Almost the entire population of Pyramiden – seven, at the time of my visit – sat at the bar where Olga Kuznetsova served vodka shots and discussed the news from far-off places. Over to the side by the window, were memorabilia – Lenin lapel pins, Karl Marx caps – that Kuznetsova sells to visitors whenever a boat comes to town. Kuznetsova's father worked in the mines of Pyramiden and she spent part of her childhood here. Was she nostalgic for Pyramiden's past, I wondered?