second day in Kulusuk

Dogs have rolled themselves into wet sullen lumps.
The shit man comes. There's a big plastic bag in the toilet and every other day it is taken somewhere. The joys of living on the rock.
I visit the shop. Then I walk to the hotel to use internet. This is not possible because the manager is away. No idea when he comes back. It is not in the competency of an ordinary employee to tell me the password and take 75 kronas. Bad business.
No rain anymore. I wander on the hills near the hostel, take pictures of stones and moss. Moss is busy filtering water into ponds and rivers. I find huge quantities of crowberries.