The concept of time is always fleeting to travelers—where any
time spent ‘away’ seems both like it was an eternity ago that they stepped out their
door, and just yesterday, a cliché to be sure. And yet; yet it’s so completely
and absolutely true. So long ago I sat atop the mountains above the Ilulissat
Icefjord, falling asleep to the gentle sounds of calving ice and powerful
waves; how short a time ago I worked in the Copenhagen office above Noma,
savoring the scents of the world’s top ranked restaurant and laughing at their
staff’s choice in prep music. I haven’t been in a town with more than 15,000
people in four months; yet having seen that many from my current bench in
Hejbro Plads over the last half hour seems as natural and daily to me as seeing
perhaps 75 people a day while in Kulusuk. Greenland was, and is, both yesterday
and forever ago; both comforting and frightening me. It’s comparable to a dream
perhaps; when you wake it’s truth—no going back.
I just hope it doesn’t fade in time as well.
*Just outside my office in Copenhagen, a floor above Noma
Great post, great blog. I've always been curious about Nuuk ever since I met somebody from there a few years ago in Costa Rica.
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