I could already hear the ice from my bed this morning; a quick look out of the porthole confirmed – getting into Ilulissat would be anywhere between difficult to impossible. I got ready and made my way up on deck, basically confirming, what I had seen from my little portholes downstairs. The ice was not pack ice, as previously – but glacial ice, that had made its way from the Greenland ice shelf down via the ice fjord and then into the Disko Bay. As it seemed several very, very large ice bergs had collapsed just a day or two before – blocking the whole area with icy bits and pieces.

During breakfast we got confirmation … a landing in ilulissat was not possible. There was however still a more pressing issue … we still had our Canadian ice master on board. We originally wanted to drop him of at Grise Fjord a few days back, this however did not work out due to ice. His new flight was now scheduled from Ilulissat … A zodiac was let to water to approach the nearby fishing boats to see, if they could shuttle Mark to Ilulissat, to allow him to take his flight. It took a while and (as it seemed) some convincing – until in the end Mark was picked up by a fishing boat and made his way to Ilulissat.