As I trudge the last few meters up the hill, I hear a deep rumble. In the silence, which has been my constant companion since 3 years, this sound is completely unexpected.
No land in sight, eternal water. And champagne. My days on the MS Europa 2, between Iceland and Greenland.
I'm sitting on Disko Island, THE place in Greenland, to see whales. And contrary to many travel guides promise, this statement is true.
The wave crashes over the bow, clapping loudly. Close followed by the next. And the next. The small boat rolls in the rhythm of the pounding waves, plowing rather through the waves, as elegantly glide over it as usual.