After a breathtaking helicopter ride from Tasiilaq to Kulusuk, it was time to fly to the western part of Greenland. The flight from Kulusuk to Nuuk was scenic, which is usually the norm for any flight in Greenland.
Aerial view of Kulusuk
I had arranged an Airbnb stay in Nuuk and the host wasn’t at the house that time. I took a cab from Nuuk airport and reached the address. But the address turned out to be incomplete as only the area was mentioned in it. I reached the area with lot of similar looking buildings.
And what I thought was the building number in my address actually turned out to be the zipcode of the area. It was time for some drama in a rather pleasant trip so far.
I tried calling up my host but she wasn’t reachable. My cab driver tried to contact her through Facebook but no luck. I tried asking people around the building if they this woman’s building. But nobody had any clue. This was the last thing expected in the least populated country on this planet. On the other hand, the cab meter was running at a furious pace adding to the already tense situation. I started sweating in one of the coldest places of this planet. The driver suggested a hotel nearby but being in a tight budget, I relieved him and told him I will find some solution. The cab fare came to 220 Dkk. Looking at my pathetic condition, he told me to pay only 200 dkk. I pulled out my heavy backpack and started walking with no clue where I was going. And there were hardly any people to inquire.
Just as I was leaving the area, a car entered and I called out for help as a last ray of hope. He didn’t understand me correctly but he told me to come with him and speak with his neighbour. The neighbour was Danish and spoke English. I explained her my situation and luckily she knew my host but she didn’t know her building. Then I remembered that my host had sent me a Google image of her building. I asked the Danish lady if I can use her internet for 5 minutes and show her the picture of the building. Luckily she agreed. The Google image link was in my Airbnb account. Airbnb was not working on her phone. Then I asked her if I could use my laptop. She went in to search the wifi password but was not able to find it. With my last hope also fading away, I readied myself again to continue my lonely walk. And at that moment she found the password lying in a corner. I felt as if somebody out there was getting a sadistic pleasure in watching me like this. I logged in quickly and found the link. As soon as the image opened, she immediately recognized the building.
The funny part was that it was the first building I had entered with the cab driver. I went there and this time there wasn’t any twist. The key was at the place where my host had mentioned. With my hands shivering, I finally opened the door. That moment as I entered the house…that small moment was one of the happiest moments of this trip.
The last couple of hours had been too excruciating. And after all that suffering, the house turned out to be amazing with an ocean view, free internet, refrigerator, microwave, and even a bike. The joy was so uncontrollable that I literally started dancing in the house. What a day!!!