It seemed Greenland’s welcome was to try and broil us alive. We spent a month trekking through this mountain range and the temperature was never anything less than blistering. Our expedition jackets lay in our sledges, our bodies sweated gallons into our thin thermal tops; often the only clothing we wore during the day. The heat was playing hell with our rehydration calculations. Our factor-60 sun cream did not stop either of us turning a very British pink under the sun. This was Greenland; this was the Arctic and it felt like a snow-themed Cancun. Eventually we took to skiing during the night – the sun was still up, but we could handle the temperature better and we even had one or two genuinely cold nights.
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