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Amid the Bergs

Some ice chips off the old block cool my drink as we leave the berg-filled fjord
Our pilot taught us how to say Skål in Greenlandic: Kassutta

Only a few kilometers over a small mountain separate Igaliku from Tunullirfik Fjord, but the Fram needed an overnight journey to sail down one and up the other. The fjord at bottom center is where Igaliku is situated. The ice-filled fjord is at top right.

We transferred to smaller local boats at Qassiarsuk (top left fjord on map). Although one of the boats could hold 40 or so passengers, I got lucky with a six-passenger skiff (thankfully, with cabin for the windy ride up the fjord) enabling a close-up and personal look at the nearby glacier's offspring.

Words are insufficient. So. here are the photos:











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