Narsarsuaq (1)

Waking this morning all I could see was sun streaming through the curtains.
Small ice lumps (not large enough to be called bergs but bigger than a bus) floated past the cabin.

I watched one as the sun melted one edge of it and as it fell into the water, the ice remaining slowly rotated revealing it's underside. This side was like fluffy candy where the water had melted it in pockets unlike its original top which had been smoothed by the sun.
There's little here except an old WW2 American airforce base runway (the building long since collapsed and materials used elsewhere) a few buildings and another of these hotels.
It has the only coach on the island which ferries passengers from the quay to the hotel. We are using it to ferry those who cannot walk far up to Signal Hill.

before independent travellers could disembark we needed tender passes. They were trips going off every ten minutes so they had priority, we filled the ducks where spaces allowed

I am going to go by duck to the shore then wander. I've noted a beach of sorts so I anticipate having a paddle.