![]() We sail from Constable Pynt, through Hurry Fjord in direction of Ittoqqortoormiit-the biggest city in East Greenland, with about 429 inhabitants. This is enough overwhelming nature to make you feel the smallest you have ever felt. The water can be as deep as 1,500 metres and the steep granite and basalt walls, which delineate the fjord, are sometimes as high as 3,000 metres. Considering there are side-branches everywhere, it also represents the largest fjord system on the planet. Scoresby Sund stretches 350 kilometres into Greenland, and is therefore the largest fjord in the world. The area was named after the English whaler and explorer, William Scoresby. The coordinates are 70° 32’ north and 24° 21’ west, which positions us well above the polar circle. Scoresby Sund- Kangertittivaq in Inuit-lies in the northern Arctic Ocean on the eastern coast of Greenland. Opal quietly maneuvers along, deeper and deeper into Scoresby Sund. ![]() On the right, a thousand lumps fall towards the water-freed from the glacier to which they have belonged for thousands or maybe even tens of thousands of years. A blue icy avalanche breaks loose with a sound like a jet fighter smashing the sound barrier. Shreds of mist drape against the black basalt walls lining the fjord, which look down upon us like 2,000-metre-high gatekeepers. The unstoppable mass creates a continuous, deafening spectacle. Carefully we approach Solglacier, a 12-kilometre-long ice mass moving at a rate of 10 metres per day, which is considered a fast-moving glacier. Slush scrapes slowly against the copper and disappears under the bow. Chunks become blocks and plates then a majestic blue iceberg looms at the horizon. The ice propagates quickly like curious white sea creatures coming to inquire from all around. As we sail deeper into the mouth of Scoresby Sund, the amount of ice chunks that break-up the black colour of the water grows.Ĭaptain Heimir Harðarson gives us the command to pull in the already reefed sails and pursues his course via noiseless electric propulsion. Share Tweet Share Pin Text by Marco Barneveld Photography by René Kosterįor the Inuit, everything has an Anirniq-a soul.Ī lump of ice scrapes against the oxidized copper fixed to the bow of our schooner, Opal. ![]()
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