Today we were in Qaqortoq. Hmm, you say it kind of like “KWA-Kore-Toc”, I think. But every time I hear it, it sounds different, so I am not sure.
The captain made the decision to come here, rather than our scheduled port of Nanortalik, due to the weather. There were 60 MPH winds, and it would have been very difficult to get 2000 guests (most of them over the age of 70) into tender boats and take the 25 minute bumpy journey to the dock from our ship. Instead, we headed to Qaqortoq today and will see if conditions are acceptable for going to Nanortalik tomorrow. You can see they are not very far from each other.
This was such the right choice. The weather in Qaqortoq was glorious. Sunny, slight breeze, temperature in the low 50’s. We had a beautiful day. Everyone had bundled up based on the weather forecast … but we all wound up carrying our fleeces around instead of wearing them. The flowers were blooming … daisies, buttercups, dandelions and lupin.
The population of this village is less than the number of passengers on this ship. When we come to town, it is like the space invaders landed and took over.
The town is beautiful. It is built on a hill, surrounding the harbor. All of the houses are designed with simple lines and painted bright colors. What surprised me the most about this town was the art all around us, starting with the look of the town itself.
Brad liked the one purple house.
The town opened up the museum to us without having to pay the entrance fee. It held information about the way of life, and had some exhibits about important events in the town history. I cannot even hazard a guess about how to say this one.
One of the important events was that Charles Lindbergh visited in the 1930’s. Lindbergh lived near where I grew up, so that resonated with me. He stayed in the building that is now the museum, and slept in a room like this one. You can see his photo is up on the wall.
There were also a bunch of paintings displayed, but unfortunately, I didn’t find any labels to indicate who the artists are.
As we strolled around enjoying the day and the town, we looked for the rock carvings that were done by several different local artists. There is a nice path where most of them can be viewed up close, and a few that are located other places around town.
Some of the buildings have art on the sides too.
My favorite art was in the cafe where we caught some lunch. It is in the Hotel Qaqortoq. We got the Amerikansk Burger made with some indeterminate meat. WE speculated about what it could be … whale, reindeer, seal, musk ox … definitely not spam. Brad tried the local beer, which he said he would definitely drink this if it was available in Eugene. It had a cherry note to it.
The art in the cafe was done by a local woman named Butti Pedersen. I would have bought something from her if there was an opportunity! I love her work.
We ran into the local celebrity several times. The most photographed being in Qaqortoq, for sure.
As we wandered around, we saw some local boys having fun, and they showed off a bit for us tourists. I had to block Brad from taking off to join them.
A few more moments. A lovely bakery in the grocery store. Raven. Our ship at anchor and the tender. Fish heads drying on the balcony.
I will leave you with this interesting bit of language trivia that Brad photographed when we were in the cafe: