Before departure we pay a visit to Greenland-Death Valley post office to send postcards to all our wonderful friends in Uummannaq, Aasiaat, Ilulissat, Qaarsut, Qaanaaq and Nuuk.
It's only +49C this morning, pleasant and cool, and still so much action ahead.
Our first stop is in Pahrump, Nevada. Here live the people who are ready to protect and preserve American values.
Located in the desert just steps away from Area 51, Pahrump is famous for its beef-jerky, multiple churches and legal brothels such as the world famous historic Chicken Ranch Brothel, otherwise known as the "Best Little Whorehouse in the West". We stop here to buy mineral water and post stamps. The little supermarket also sells diamonds, watches and GUNS!
So our Beamer generously decorated with numerous Greenlandic flags may be in trouble. Visitors of a local supermarket stare at us with suspicion. Apparently, they are taking Little Jaaku and three Tupilaks accompanying him to be illegal aliens seeking benefits in the city of Pahrump.
Even the rabbit at the local gas station is trying to chew on our foreign Greenlandic flag.
So, instead of asking our trademark question “How far is Greenland?” we retreat towards Area 51, Red Flag and the "Box" (not to be confused with our Uummannaq famous wooden IceCraft also called the "Box") as fast as we can while curious Predator Drones are circling above our heads. Here use of deadly force is authorized.
Right behind this double fence of barbed wire and the prickly cactuses that encircles the humongous area half the size of Switzerland, the world’s biggest aerial war is being constantly played: real houses and trains are being built and real bombs are being meticulously dropped on them.
We are stopping at a little road restaurant to try out some of the Area 51 best treats: signature giant wrap "Predator II" with Freedom Fries for a token price $7.95.
After dinner, at the neighboring gas station Jaakuaraq discovers barricades of ammo boxes full of Czarina Vodka for a heart-wrenching price of $9.99 per 1.75L. Hello, Greenland!
The night is falling on Area 51. Someplace deep in these dull-looking mountains all the aliens, all the dwarfs and giants that had come from space, are allegedly being kept. We are driving slowly hoping to see and maybe to even meet them in person.
In the morning, Jaakuaraq takes his first “cactus-sitting” contest popular in these enigmatic territories and of course wins the battle right away. Our journey is about to be continued. Please, wish us luck on the American road!
Right behind this double fence of barbed wire and the prickly cactuses that encircles the humongous area half the size of Switzerland, the world’s biggest aerial war is being constantly played: real houses and trains are being built and real bombs are being meticulously dropped on them.
We are stopping at a little road restaurant to try out some of the Area 51 best treats: signature giant wrap "Predator II" with Freedom Fries for a token price $7.95.
After dinner, at the neighboring gas station Jaakuaraq discovers barricades of ammo boxes full of Czarina Vodka for a heart-wrenching price of $9.99 per 1.75L. Hello, Greenland!
The night is falling on Area 51. Someplace deep in these dull-looking mountains all the aliens, all the dwarfs and giants that had come from space, are allegedly being kept. We are driving slowly hoping to see and maybe to even meet them in person.
Instead, in the quickly approaching darkness Jaakuaraq finally meets his first cow. Now he is almost ready to become a real cowboy!
In the morning, Jaakuaraq takes his first “cactus-sitting” contest popular in these enigmatic territories and of course wins the battle right away. Our journey is about to be continued. Please, wish us luck on the American road!
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