Hopedale, Labrador

Sunset near Hopewell, Labrador

The MV Fram arrived in Hopedale, Labrador, about 4:30 p.m. where the temperature was a balmy 51ºF. Time for a cigar on deck awaiting Canadian customers clearance, which happened in record time. The customs crew, flown into Hopedale to meet the ship, only sampled the passports collected by Hurtigruten when we boarded on Copenhagen flight.

The Polar Cirkle boat crews are busy tendering passengers to the village of nearly 600 people, but based on the description of the town, I'll pass. Not that it's without interest, since it's one of the communities along the coast where 18th and 19th century Moravian missionaries managed to convert nearly all of Inuit in Labrador to their particular brand of Christianity. I'm saving my walking for tomorrow at Makkovit which sounded more interesting. Another reason to skip the walk through Hopedale: it's dark outside.

Correction: an earlier version of this entry misidentified the town as Hopewell.

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