Iceberg City

Arrived at our first port of call in Qeqertarsuaq- known as Disko Island. Its a colorful village on a protected harbor. On the way in, we passed icebergs the size of houses. In the distance we heard icebergs calving, and to this New Yorker it sounds like a dump truck parting with its load. Most of them were white icebergs which are the least dense and let a lot of light through. The ship’s excursion was a three hour "Hike to Valley of the Winds," a gradual incline through paths lined with a carpet of buttercups. The most difficult part of the visit to this settlement was not being allowed to pet the sled dogs that were tied up behind several of the homes. Also saw some whales, but was saddened later to learn they were being hunted by the local Inuits. Returned to the ship for a
Jacuzzi and sauna, with the sun still burning brightly.