It was hot, again. The hot Arctic had returned and deprived me of sleep after my lengthy paddle through the night. Back on my home stomping grounds I decided I could sleep later and promptly made myself semi-decent in order to walk around the mountain and into town.
Passing my old house - I had moved out the day I started paddling - I was surprised to see it already occupied. It was not far from my house to Ditte and Peter's where I was well-received and gratefully given a towel and pointed in the direction of the shower. Who was more grateful I can't say, but several layers of grime later I was feeling much better.
Ditte provided cake, coffee and gossip! I felt starved of conversation having chatted mostly to myself for about two weeks. After a few hours I made my way over to the Police station to let Jacob know I was still alive but changing plans. He was very supportive as ever and genuinely interested in the expedition. Keeping the Police sweet was always high on my agenda and made the whole solo-paddling more palatable for both parties.
Wandering around town I bumped into Makkak and was promptly invited to dinner. Makkak and I had worked together for four years and I was delighted to come for dinner especially as it was my last chance to see Aviaq, her daughter, before she left for Minnesota. There was masses of food and plenty of guests as Makkak and family prepared for their coming summer holidays.
With a full belly and hours of fun conversation filling the void, the scurge of the solo paddler, I made my way back through the mountainside to my tent overlooking the bay.
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