TRIPPIN' FROM THE NORTH POLE TO SOUTHERN GREENLAND - to be continued

          The thing about trippin' is not to be in a big rush, constantly on the run taking in one sight after another. Daisy and I find it better if we go with the flow and wind up in some mysterious place, even if we miss out on something that's been touted in a tourist's guide. Mind you, with my high-octave chemo-brain somewhat out of control, we're certainly discovering that the unplanned is definitely more exciting and more memorable; nothing like rubbing shoulders with the locals - man or beast. I mean, what could be much slower than hitching a ride on an iceberg at the North Pole as it drifts towards the southern tip of Greenland? And the polar bear that was coming towards us in the last blog didn't turn out to be as scary as we thought. As a matter a fact, even though a mama bear is very protective of her cubs, she was anything but dangerous once we got to know her.

          When Polly the friendly polar bear and her 2 cubs arrived and began sniffing around our Hippie Hangout and growling at us, we were more than a little alarmed, actually, I almost crapped my bell-bottom jeans. Now, I suppose you're wondering how does one become friends with a polar bear, especially a mama with two sucking cubs? I'm not sure if how we became friends was the best way but one of the times she stuck her snout through the trailer window, we gave her a good hit off the bong. From then on, the iceberg was home to us all; "live and let live" was our motto. 

          Polly was very hospitable, even clawed off a chunk of raw seal meat for us to enjoy. Tasted a bit like sushi to me but I could tell by the odd expression on Daisy's face, she wasn't too partial eating seal. And of course Polly wasn't overly fond of the things we preferred to eat but I can tell you one thing; she and her cubs really liked Daisy's brownies - eat enough of those and instead of being on an iceberg floating down Davis Strait, we were on another planet. Yup, we were all bosom friends by the time we sighted Greenland. However, if you've never seen a polar bear smile - let me tell you - it's a little unnerving because all you can see is a mouthful of teeth and very large sharp teeth, I might add. 

            As you can see by the top photo, by the time the iceberg reached Greenland, the warm summer days under the midnight sun took its toll - there wasn't too much ice left above water. And, when it finally nudged ashore we bid farewell to Polly and her youngsters and headed towards the town of Nanortalik, which unbeknownst to me meant "place of polar bears", actually Polly's home town.

          The folks of Nanortalik were of course stunned by the appearance of our trailer, which seemed to magically appear out of nowhere but like Polly the friendly polar bear, they soon took to us. Wasn't long before we were all the best of buddies gathered about our table in the Hippie Hangout passing around the bong and nibbling on Daisy's magical brownies, when poof!...cheers, eh!

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