At this time of year, the sun rises fairly late in Greenland, giving us the chance to sleep in and to enjoy a breakfast of bacon and eggs. Bo passionately fries the bacon while Nils is in charge of the fried eggs. Not even two minutes later, the entire cabin, all our gear as well, is filled with a delicious, but strong cooking smell.
No chance with our bikes
We head out onto our next stage. The closer we get to the coast, the steeper and higher the mountains around us get. We cross lake after lake, river after river, and come to the conclusion that it is simply impossible to get through on our bikes where the wind caused extensive snow drifts.
There is no other way: we have to load our bikes onto the snowmobiles and have to catch a ride ourselves. When we get to our cabin where we spend our last night on the Arctic Circle Trail, we are all very emotional.