My taxi driver is telling me about his meal last night. His name is William. He ate whale.
Melting world: mountainous icebergs in Greeland's Sermilik Fjord.
"Delicious," he says, kissing the tips of his fingers on one hand, making the universal sign for good tasting food.
William tells me he went out on a boat with some friends a few days ago and shot the whale. I'm not sure how I feel about this.
Welcome to Greenland. On this remote but enormous island subsistence whale hunting is allowed.
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