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         <description><![CDATA[<div>I was always told by my father, an avid dreamer, that all globetrotters had to make a few pilgrimages per se. If my memory were to serve me right, all globetrotters had to see one thing from each and every country, no more no less. I was here at one of the countries on the list, Greenland. As much as the name might fool you it was extremely cold, as expected from a country in the far norths of the Earth. I was here to witness firsthand the Aurora Borealis, the one thing I came to see.&nbsp;<br><br>I arrived in the Nuuk port by ship, an arduous journey since the rocking of the ship severely stimulated my seasickness. Needless to say it wasn't pleasant, and as I arrived the boreal air hit my skin like spikes, a far cry from the warm compartment I was in earlier.&nbsp;<br><br>I spoke to some of the locals in the only lingua franca I knew, Old Latin. Of course, this was a joke and I only ever spoke to them in English but after some redirection from the locals I got lead to my destination. A run-down tourism centre that I was sure that one of my father's friends owned. From there on out I was introduced to my tour guide and how the entire thing was supposed to be done. The hike was scheduled for two days later and I was already ready by then so I burnt time by resting at a nearby motel. Finally, the day arrived and I was set to go.<br><br>As I hiked across the icy mountains of Greenland, a magnificent luminescent green filled the skies. It covered the vast majority of the almost infinite sky to beyond the horizon. Me and my fellow hikers looked at it in awe. Our tour guide, a rather tall and pale man, informed us that this was the Aurora Borealis, a phenomena that happens almost daily during some months and never during others.&nbsp;<br><br>I looked at it, starstruck, I had never seen such beauty before as I was raised in a place where even stars in the sky were an infrequent, if not nigh-impossible, occasion as the skyline filled with lights from corporate advertising. This was a breath of fresh air for me, as though my entire worldview was subtly being refreshed and rebuilt and expanded upon, like the endless mass of space and the heavens that lay above us. After staring at the lights for what seemed to me like an eternity, our tour guide told us to continue on the hike on the paved path.&nbsp;<br><br>We trekked across the endless wilderness of the cold and unforgiving landscapes of Greenland, until we reached a little cold stream of freshwater that our guide told us that we could refill our bottles with. I promptly took to action and refilled my, formerly depleted, water bottle with the fresh, ice-cold water and made base near the stream.&nbsp;<br><br>As time passed, and sunset turned to midnight we took to telling stories about each other by the campfire. Luckily, some of us had brought food supplies we could use to make staple camp food. Many interesting stories were recounted at that comfy, homey flame that ended up with us bonding. The fire had invited many other people over to us which was an unexpected result but nevertheless we continued on till the sun arose once more.</div>]]></description>
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