Woke up at 8:30 to grab breakfast. Was going to wear my PJs (like in Antarctica) but thought better of it. Then right back to bed. Up at 2 PM (felt great).
We went for the town tour. We were the only ones on it. Two tour guides (one in training). Both were Danish teachers. An interesting town – but hard to stretch the tour to 90 minutes. The main tour guide said she loved Greenland (as did the previous day’s – she had 15 sledge dogs – which she says she doesn’t quite trusts but loves). We had dinner at the gorgeous restaurant in our hotel – I guess the bill must have included the view. We pretended we had Anthony and Juanchi with us – then the bill was OK.
Another little nap (Greenland is very conducive to napping). Off for the midnight cruise (which started at 10). I thought we were going the same route as the night before – but Mark insisted we were not. Which I guess we were not upon closer inspection. We went toward the fiord. The views were gorgeous – got some great pics. Sure got cold though. Not too bad when we stopped for the obligatory speech. But when we got going again it was FREEZING. I hid in the back – with two blankets. Everyone else seemed OK. Of course I was the only one born in the Caribbean! Some Danish guy came in the back and talked to us. He was travelling with his parents – had given up his job at University and had travelled in South America and the U.S. Might be going back for his Ph.D. No wonder the Danes are so happy -- #1 in happiness surveys I think. Of course talked about climate change – I cannot believe everyone thinks airplanes are so awful. I guess the good news is he gave me his e-mail in case I do need a place in Copenhagen during COP 15. But I’m banking on Carl going if someone has to go. I probably should not stay with potentially murderous strangers – even for climate change. Maybe Carl can stay with the potentially murderous stranger!
We walked home – it wasn’t too bad. Got some pictures at 12:30 AM – with bright sunshine. Feeling scared about the “Great Hike” on Thursday. The book makes it sound scary. I want out – but of course I told Mark on Monday he had to force me to do stuff so he took me at my word.
We went for the town tour. We were the only ones on it. Two tour guides (one in training). Both were Danish teachers. An interesting town – but hard to stretch the tour to 90 minutes. The main tour guide said she loved Greenland (as did the previous day’s – she had 15 sledge dogs – which she says she doesn’t quite trusts but loves). We had dinner at the gorgeous restaurant in our hotel – I guess the bill must have included the view. We pretended we had Anthony and Juanchi with us – then the bill was OK.
Another little nap (Greenland is very conducive to napping). Off for the midnight cruise (which started at 10). I thought we were going the same route as the night before – but Mark insisted we were not. Which I guess we were not upon closer inspection. We went toward the fiord. The views were gorgeous – got some great pics. Sure got cold though. Not too bad when we stopped for the obligatory speech. But when we got going again it was FREEZING. I hid in the back – with two blankets. Everyone else seemed OK. Of course I was the only one born in the Caribbean! Some Danish guy came in the back and talked to us. He was travelling with his parents – had given up his job at University and had travelled in South America and the U.S. Might be going back for his Ph.D. No wonder the Danes are so happy -- #1 in happiness surveys I think. Of course talked about climate change – I cannot believe everyone thinks airplanes are so awful. I guess the good news is he gave me his e-mail in case I do need a place in Copenhagen during COP 15. But I’m banking on Carl going if someone has to go. I probably should not stay with potentially murderous strangers – even for climate change. Maybe Carl can stay with the potentially murderous stranger!
We walked home – it wasn’t too bad. Got some pictures at 12:30 AM – with bright sunshine. Feeling scared about the “Great Hike” on Thursday. The book makes it sound scary. I want out – but of course I told Mark on Monday he had to force me to do stuff so he took me at my word.
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