

Tempted?
If I tell you that this is a mere chill-out for the other job, that sometimes people stay here because it's the climax of civilisation - would you believe it? No?
Well, then listen to the story of the Sirius Patrol. After Norway had lost the trial before the International Court in Le Hague and was forbidden to settle in Northeast Greenland, the winner Denmark was reminded to take better care of its territories. However, it took until WW2 until they installed a dogsledge patrol, consisting of six teams of two men each who covered the unimaginable area of 160.000 square kilometers, not counting the inland ice. Two men and a pack of dogs, tent, equipment and two years to spend in the highest and coldest areas of the Arctic. Surely one of the coldest, hardest jobs in the world.
We will talk more about it another time, this is just to explain why an abandoned mine in barren lands where musk ox carcasses are the only decoration seems like paradise to some.
We land at Nyhavn, which served as port for the former mine. Bjarki, our honorary team member (and former member of the Sirius Patrol!) introduces us to the two inhabitants, Torben and Thomas who are keen on seeing new faces. We walk among the houses, on the late-autumn tundra, across the glacial scree of the hills and catch a glimpse of Mestesvig station. Certainly a bizarre place to work atg


Not everybody stays up until nighttime. Those who do see a cold, but starry, starry night.