Greenland – Aug 2019 – End

I had one full day in Sisimiut after having arrived the evening before. My flight back to Kangerlussuaq was only the next morning, so I had enough time to check out the town, eat, sleep, scratch my Greenland Fly bite and just do nothing.

First things first, I went to the café, only to found it very full. There were no seats free, neither I thought they were making fried eggs, mostly there were sandwiches and basic bakery.

So I headed down to ‘The Seaman’s Home”, the other hotel in the town. Its canteen felt luxurious.

I ordered a couple of fried eggs with bacon, poured myself a cup of filter coffee and sat down on a sun-lit table beside the window.

The lady on the counter brought out the fried eggs and disappeared in the kitchen. It was quiet, as the guests must have had breakfast already, – this quiet sleepy time after early morning hustle.

I couldn’t muster neither much intelligent thought, nor an ambitious plan for the day, so after an hour I got up and went to the Museum.

Usually, visiting museums is the last thing on my check-list. But what else?

Going up the Nasaasaaq mountain (784m)
That would have taken a better part of the day, but for the first time in history of me I bailed on a mountain hike as the first choice for the daily activity 😀
My legs were still sore, and the shoes still felt small
Going up the Palasip Qaqqaa mountain (544m)
Same reasoning. I just wanted to do anything BUT walking
Taking a ship tour to visit Assaqutaq – the abandoned fishing village
I think I just woke up too late for this that day, otherwise that might have been a good idea
Sisimiut Museum – yeah!
Also, as I approached the town yesterday, I’ve exchanged a few words with a woman walking in the same direction. She would have come from Iceland for a museum project in Sisimiut. So I took her recommendation, and that was a good one.

This church has been ordered in Denmark and paid by Greenland with 80 (60? 70? anyways somewhere around that number) bags of whale blubber.
“They just built this church in Denmark first, you know, to see if it fits, and then sent over to Sisimiut disassembled as individual logs. They had to order everything from Denmark, because there isn’t much wood around here. “, a friendly guy at the museum explained. “It was the first church that Greenlanders have paid for themselves”, he added.

The “old town” of Sisimiut was comprised by about dozen wood buildings, all painted in cheerful, bright colors. I was there alone.

One of the buildings was the inuit way of building things – the turf house.

Flat stones and turf. This roof was probably an addition of later times

The model of an *inuit* home. The roof will be left opened during the summer, just like that, for the rain to clean up the house as its inhabitants move out inland for the summer hunt. Very practical!

In general, from those glimpses of native population’s culture, I understood they have always been quite practical people.

The old school. I like the “Map of the world” hanging on the wall. Where we are, children? We are here, right in the middle. But there are also people to the north, AND probably to the south!

I didn’t do much that day, other than shopping for souvenirs (like seal’s skin gloves, forbidden elsewhere) and checking out local supermarkets, so I returned home early and went to bed.

Next day late morning I got to the Sisimiut airport, which consisted of one small building with a tower, and boarded the plane back to Kangerlussuaq.