Multi-activities in Greenland

This morning, a flight takes you into the immensity of Greenland. Through the window, the infinite whiteness unfolds: frozen fjords, snow-covered mountains, a cracked ice cap; a foretaste of this unique world.

Ilulissat finally appears, perched on the west coast. A land of icebergs, silence, and contrasts. From the moment you step off the plane, the biting cold, the crystalline light, and the lunar landscapes announce a profound change of scenery. You are indeed in the Arctic, where humans live in rhythm with the cold.

You will be met by your guide, a specialist in the field, and taken to the hotel. Depending on your arrival time, you will have an initial briefing, prepare your equipment for the mini-raid, and have free time to explore the city with its colorful houses.

Did you know? In Inuktitut, "Ilulissat" means iceberg.

This morning, the pace changes. The silence is broken by the barking of dogs, eager to set off. The Greenlandic mushers welcome us and introduce their team, the product of a strong and respectful relationship. Here, the sled isn't an attraction: it's a way of life, still essential for traveling on the ice floes.

The team takes shape. Seated on the sled, we glide between sky and ice, carried by the dogs' energy, guided by the musher's voice and instinct. The crunch of the runners on the snow, the whisper of the wind, and soon, all sense of direction disappears.

Heading north towards Oqaatsut. Twenty kilometers of a white crossing, between frozen fjords and powdery hills. On the horizon the village appears, perched facing the immensity: a handful of red, yellow, blue houses, clinging to the terrain, surrounded by the frozen sea and the motionless silhouettes of icebergs.

Arrival in this suspended setting, on the edge of the ice floe. Settling into our warm guesthouse, with a direct view of the eternal ice.

Here, everything slows down. Time stretches out. The Arctic begins to write itself within us.

Today, we explore the hills around the village on snowshoes. The silence is profound, punctuated only by the crunch of snow. First, we follow the slope, then slowly, we gain altitude.

Up there, Disko Bay unfolds in all its majesty: ice cathedrals drift slowly, frozen by winter, under a pale sky. The panorama is breathtaking, pure, immense.

Back at the guesthouse at the end of the day, cheeks flushed, eyes full of images.

Every night, eyes turned towards the sky… The Northern Lights, aqsamiit in Inuktitut, may appear. These veils of light, sometimes green, sometimes violet, undulate in the night. They tell stories of dancing walruses, mischievous children, and wandering souls.

A mystical spectacle. And an unforgettable memory.

This is the big departure for our mini polar raid. In the calm of the morning, we repack our bags, load the pulkas, these light sleds that we will pull behind us, and prepare to live two days in autonomy, in the heart of the Arctic territory.

Snowshoes on our feet, harnesses adjusted, poles in hand, we cross the village between packs of dogs lying on the snow. The barking, the bright colors of the houses, the bundled-up children waving: a final touch of life before plunging into white.

We reach the ice floe, a vast, frozen expanse where a few icebergs seem to float motionless. Then, very quickly, the silence thickens. The landscape comes alive: granite hills polished by centuries, lakes encased in ice, valleys sculpted by the winds. Greenland opens its passage to us in its own way, rugged and majestic.

At the end of the day, a small wooden cabin appears, isolated between sky and snow. A cozy refuge nestled in the middle of nowhere. Inside, the warmth of the stove and the soft light offer a striking contrast to the outside world.

Here, far from any artificial light, the Northern Lights sometimes dance without warning, veritable green draperies undulating in the Arctic night.

The fjord stretches out in the morning calm, the cabin nestled in the heart of the vast white expanse. After a warm breakfast, we set off again towards the south. The scenery is silent, breathtaking: white valleys as far as the eye can see, frozen expanses dotted with lichen, a few black rocks emerging from the snow-covered landscape.

We make our way through a succession of frozen lakes and windswept plateaus. Each step gradually brings us back to Oqaatsut, which we reach in the late afternoon, our legs tired, but our gaze still lost in the immensity.

Back in our village guesthouse. A warm fireplace, a steaming cup of coffee, and the feeling of having touched something rare: the solitude of the Arctic world, its raw power, and its profound calm.

Last moments in the suspended village of Oqaatsut. This morning, we pack up our things, a last look at the dogs lying near the houses, the sleds parked against the walls, the shutters banging.

Then, it's off to Ilulissat. Depending on the conditions, the return journey is made by boat through waters dotted with icebergs, or by snowmobile across the snow-covered expanses. In either case, the trip is an adventure in itself: between frozen sea and icy landscapes, Greenland once again unfolds its raw beauty.

The ice sometimes cracks under the skates, the ridges appear and disappear in the whiteness, and in the distance, Ilulissat comes into view, like a signal of return to "civilization".

Arriving at the hotel presents a striking contrast: warmth, comfort, and above all… a much-anticipated shower, perhaps the best of the stay!

Last day, but certainly not the least. Greenland offers us a magnificent finale.

Snowshoes on our feet, we set off for one last exploration. The trail winds through the Sermermiut Valley, cradle of ancient Inuit civilizations. The silence is absolute, the light otherworldly. And suddenly, around a bend in the hills, the icy fjord appears. A sea of ​​ice, frozen by winter, where enormous icebergs lie in rows, trapped in the shallows.

A UNESCO World Heritage Site, this place literally takes our breath away. Giant ice formations, motionless yet alive, seem to be waiting for something.

In the afternoon, we trade our snowshoes for a boat to venture into the heart of the fjord. For two and a half hours, we glide between these colossal icebergs, witnesses to a world in perpetual flux. The ice cracks, the silence resonates, and the cold bites majestically.

Back at the hotel. The images of the day are still swirling in our minds.

Last moments in Arctic territory. We pack our bags, stow our equipment, and cast a final glance at our gear, which has become our companion.

Depending on your flight schedule, you'll have some free time to wander through the streets of Ilulissat. The colorful houses will seem more familiar now. And the light will never leave you.

Then comes the moment of departure. At the airport, the landscapes pass by one last time behind the windows. A piece of you remains here, somewhere between ice, silence, and the endless sky.

Upon arrival in Reykjavik or Copenhagen, everyone can explore the city at their own pace. Dinner is at your leisure, and transfers are at your own expense.

You will reach the airport on your own.

Flight to France.

One thing is certain: Greenland is not forgotten. It is imprinted. It inhabits.

The memories of this Arctic adventure will continue to resonate for a long time to come, like an aurora borealis in the depths of the heart.