Qaanaaq

With its 800 inhabitants Qaanaaq is the main town in the most northern munisipality in the world. It is a very small place with gravel roads throughout. no more than 20 automobils among them for whom the weekly 4km trip to the airport would be the furthest they can drive. To the other side of town they can go the 1km to the graveyard and that is about it. All the houses are built of wood on stilts to lift them above the snow in winter. There are no trees in greenland and all this wood was imported from very far, so though the houses are not big they are not cheap. All pipes would freeze so the town operates with a watercar and a toiletcar (who collects the toilet bags from each toilet in town twice a week). But inside the houses are very nice and warm. Many with TV, computers and everything a house could wish for in Copenhagen.   The day I arrived, after the niece who could speak a little English brought me to the supermarket to get some food for the week. I was left allone in the house of my absent hosts. They were not expecting visitors before they left and only envited me after they were already in the south, so I had to fend for myself with bedding etc. But as soon as that was sorted I went to bed and something like hibernation. Outside the sun did not set, but the weather was so bad that I couldn't go out really. And that deap rest came over me: for three days I slept, ate, read, and slept. My ipod'd battery gave out the day I arrived, and I did not have the energy to figure their sound system out, so it was me and the arctic winds those first days. I finished the only book I brought: 'Heaven is so real' by Choo Thomas and it touched me deaply. I really recommend it, in fact you have to read it.   The urgency of her message about salvation, purity, obedience and the soon coming of our King sent me into a whole new dimention as I was praying about this Highway.   I was left alone this whole week appart from dayly visits from Ido, my host's sister who had to feed the mother dog with puppy at the house. She came at around 5pm every day and brought various of her family for prayer. These visits lasted about an hour every day. We had great difficulty to communicate and we often resorted to drawing pictures, but this made the prayer even sweeter.