As always, the weather played an important role on the ice sheet. We had caught a summer that was cold even by Greenlandic standards and in the first two weeks there was hardly any wind. Like snails we sneaked over the ice, on our skis and with the heavy sledges in tow. It was difficult not to lose our motivation. We also learned that our skipper had been delayed due to injury to a crew member and storms, and we were worried if he would arrive on time at the east coast. But then came the day when we could ride 125 kilometres across the ice with the kites. All around there was nothing but ice and snow while we were flying at high speed - a fantastic feeling. The sheet was turned, we moved forward, found a descent from the glacier to the coast and finally even the Santa Maria arrived, pretty much to the day when our food supplies were exhausted.
I could rely on my Fischer skis one hundred percent, no matter how slowly I went, step by step, or whether I was kiting across the ice at 30 kph.
Yours Thomas Ulrich