Tuesday, June the 21st, 2005
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Readers fond of desolate icy nothingness will join me today in celebrating Greenland, for it is the National Day of that bleak paradise, four-fifths of which is covered in ice. Yes, it is Kalaallit Nunaat of which I speak, the land whose flag is shown above, the land which used to be shown as Gruntland on early maps. I would like to think it was so called because it was the home of the Grunty Man who plods so menacingly through the nightmares of tiny children, but here “Grunt” simply means “Ground”.
Just as there is no Grunty Man in Greenland, nor are there any railways, rivers or canals. There are a few roads, true, but only the glorious and lovely towns of Ivittuut and Kangilinnguit are connected by one, every other human settlement being isolated. Look, here is a handy map:
If you are keen on hip hop music, you may wish to go to Greenland to check out the Nuuk Posse, top purveyors of the genre in that part of the world. Be careful, however, that you do not prolong your stay to the point where you succumb to piblokto.
Source : Happy Days In The Icy Wilderness by Mrs Gubbins