The toughest thing after so much travail and effort to get into position for the start of some grand trial, is to wait. And wait we do. The chopper was held on the ground by warm damp cloud sitting over the top of the mountains we must cross to get to our start point today.

So we repacked, reweighed, rechecked our thrice checked gear once again. The forecast from our wind guru Marc in Belgium and Lars in Oslo all say the same - poor conditions for us for at least 3 days. We could be in a holding pattern for some time.

The Inuit have an incredible peace and calm that seems to come from the Mountains around them, the slowness of time here as the fjords disgorge their icebergs as the summer develops. Mirrored in the calm, are the unflappable Inuit. We will try and practice this calm as the land dictates our start, but its so hard having left western culture only days ago, to move from that results based immediacy, to icy calm like the Inuit.

In order to stop from going stir crazy, we borrowed Jacky’s car and went bush until the road ran out past an abandoned American hospital, built to heal American soldiers during the Korean War. Taking the rifle we acquired just yesterday and local Johannes (well versed in all gun lore) we fired 30.06 rounds into a secluded cul de sac valley. The echoes of the cannon-like weapon boomed and rattled across the walls of the ice filled valley, making us shudder. The sound a definite reminder that we never want to have to use this firearm against anything alive and well in Greenland’s northern wastes.

The jet lag is getting better, our sleep deprivation better and bodies stronger as we wait. The key is to remember we are in the waiting room for something big, something worth being patient for, something worth beckoning our inner Inuit out for.

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