Line of big ice cubes on the horizon.
A short stop by the abandoned houses at the beginning of the bay. People moved out of here in the 1960ies when the government turned off all services. Garbage is new because they still occasionally came back for hunting.
The rocks consist of layers. Some of these are so thin that they crunch under my steps. Between rocks are ponds, grass, flowers and boots.
We push on through a large quantity of frozen snow. Among other ice formations is a perfect ice gate. Just like that. In front of the gate lies a lion with blue zig-zag pattern. Down below splash light green waves. Water hovers up and down, a fin whale sticks out his tail.
Lauri has made lasagne. I eat two portions before realizing that almost everyone else is seasick. Sinister noises come from cupboards and one needs to pay attention when walking around with a coffee cup.
I read in the wheelhouse, merry country music as background. Jo sleeps with her head on the table and shifts left and right with a pile of maps. Norwegian story ends, I start with Nansen's travelogue about his skiing trip over the Greenland icecap. We are just passing by Kiatak mountain where he started. Originally we were supposed to visit the area but now when a storm is approaching, Siggi has decided to continue in one go until Skjoldungen. We ought to be there around breakfast time. Nansen writes that the east coast of Greenland is the most unknown place for humans. We pass by Odin's land and Thor's land.
Around ten it looks like there will be no dinner. I find a banana. As well as finding the banana and eating it as preparations for going to bed are real gymnastics. I have to chase tap water with my toothbrush for example. Bed draws number eights under my back and somewhere close is the sound of water. Falling asleep is challenging under these circumstances.
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