We arrive several hours early. The fog is heavy, and there is a light rain. The captain is a little disturbed because an iceberg is blocking the harbor. Tendering will be longer than expected.
At the southern tip of Greenland, Nanortalik is a village of a few thousand. We do not have a planned excursion, there are few offered. The rain ceases, and most of the fog lifts. The temperature is 41, time for the insulated coat under my rainproof jacket.
By noon there is no need for tender tickets, those that are going ashore already have. A short walk, pictures of the village and harbor, and back to the ship. Once on board a few pictures of the icebergs from deck 12.
The rain stays away for the remainder of the day.
The last tender returns by 7:00 and we are on our way to the port of Qaqortoq, Greenland, about a hundred miles further north on the west coast.
There are icebergs of various sizes and shapes all around us. Some look like castles, one a piramid, and most just big chunks of ice, some larger than our ship.
Tonight was the black and white gala event including pictures with the captain. Participation was minimal. Maybe a dozen men were wearing jackets. There is no show in the theater tonight, and Emma, the Schooner Bar piano player, has the night off.
A cabin about 10 doors down the hall from us had a major water line break. The guests were moved to another location, and repairs quickly made. It has been 3 days now and the fans are still in place drying the carpet in the cabin and in the hall.
Speaking of cabins I can now share that noise from the theater does not reach our cabin, but of course the hum and rumble of the bow thrusters does.
Time for a good night's sleep.
Missed by most passengers, including me, the Northern Lights were visible at 2:00 AM. Maybe we will have another chance in the nights ahead.