Sunday 22 August 2010

At the Foot of the Volcano

There's the distinct smell of sun lotion on the tender deck this morning. Yes, that's right - blue skies again! In these conditions we can easily dare to try a hike that will lead us out of Qeqertarsuaq, the little village with the whalebone gate, way beyond the initial destination - the "Valley of the Winds". Instead a large number of us continues along the shoreline of this wonderful place, following the lush tundra at the foot of the huge table mountains, all relics of the volcanic activity that took place around 60 million years ago. The sun is nearly blazing, unbelievable 18 degrees make us entirely forget that we are far above the Arctic Circle. And the colors! Reddish brown on the mountain slopes, stark green on the plains, with tiny bright blue dots (that's us, in the blue expedition jackets in the far distance) following the yellow dots (the markers for the path). If you turn your head to look across the sea: All shades of blue, deep and spotless in the sky, glittering with reflections on the oceans surface. But nothing is as bright as the biiiiiig icebergs sitting in the bay. Their surface is wet from the heat as if they just came out of the shower, so they gleam and shine like clean giant heaps of cream. Try to capture this, or stop!, even better: Sit down in complete silence for a couple of minutes and breathe the pure air, listen to the waves and feel the wind and the warmth. A true arctic moment...