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| These four photos are all taken from the same
spot. The ones at the right above and below were taken on our first
day in Ilulissat. The ones on the left were taken on our last day. Notice how much more ice filled this entrance to the harbor
in just four days time. In fact, there was so much more ice that
the coastal ferry we were to board upon leaving Ilulissat was nearly
four hours late due to its slow battle through the ice-clogged
waterway. During this early August visit in Ilulissat, the
town had experienced a whopping 17 days of total sunshine. Global
warming or no, that's enough heat to move the icebergs around like
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| In a country where most of the ground is rock
and the permafrost is just below the surface, everyone asks: What
do you do with your trash? Nobody asks: What do you do with
your dead? The dead are buried in shallow graves, such as the one
here awaiting a resident. They are covered with rocks and
blanketed with festive, bright-colored artificial flowers. Most of
the grave markers -- simple wooden or metal crosses -- bear no names
because in Greenland Inuit tradition, names are used over and over
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| Fish are dried on a traditional
"flake" to be served to men, or dogs, as the need may be. |
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| At the local museum, exhibits include a
traditional sod house where visitors can go inside and experience the
living condition of the very recent past. |
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| Small icebergs often enter the Ilulissat
harbor and -- while we were there -- make ingress and exit difficult
when they pile up against the docks. |
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| Americans can't bring home anything made of
seal, or whale, or walrus, or any other marine mammal. So
pictures of these exhibits and wares in local shops are the
closest we get to "owning" the local art and lifestyle. |
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This is the Hotel Arctic, where we stayed, just outside of
town and across the harbor from the Ilulissat Hospital (red building
with the tall chimney). For a four star hotel, the accommodations
were ordinary, but I have to admit -- the local food was fresh !!!!
This is a portion of a musk ox delivered for the weekly traditional
cookout. |
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