24/08/2015
Arrival into Scoresbysund
Nothing could have prepared us for Greenland. Nothing. If Iceland was EPIC, Greenland is
EPIC x 10.
Scoresbysund. The icebergs, the humungous snow covered peaks, the sound of the ice rubbing along the side of the ship, the icebergs and then the… polar bear.
We were up on deck 12, mouths wide open with amazement just at the scenery when there was a murmur behind us – "polar bear". Cameras sounded like very quiet machine gun fire. We raced down five decks to get out on to the bow. The bear had woken and was pacing around. One camera ran out of batteries. Then the bear strolled across the ice, slid into the water and swam away.
If the holiday had ended then I would have been happy with every cent spent to see a polar bear. Magic. It wasn't even 9am!
Took the first thousand of one gazillion pictures of icebergs. Attended a lecture –
Sea Ice – by the Tassie geologist Andrew.
Then out in the zodiacs. We were split onto different boats. We saw some pairs of Little Auks, always father and chick. When chick is old enough it drops out of cliff-side nest into the sea. Dad swims with chick for five weeks to fishing grounds. Then chick flies off.
I describe my adventure of seeing the auks. Mr BP showed me his pictures of a bearded seal. Nearly as large as a walrus they say. Whatever. The smug look didn’t leave his face. I looked straight at him and said “you walked on the ice didn’t you?” and he showed me the best pictures EVER, of him stood on the ice, walking on the ice, holding ice on the ice.