Narsaq

The hostel operator takes me to the dock in the morning, where the boat is already waiting. The helmsman has passed the waiting time by fishing and lets me try as well when I look interested and ask. However, I don't catch anything. He doesn't either.

We cross the fjord to Brattahlíð to pick up a group. It's the first time I've been on a boat full of people, since I've often traveled alone or with just 2-3 others so far. Afterwards, we head, you guessed it, full speed through the icebergs towards Narsaq.