Evening kayaking under the midnight sun in Ilulissat, Greenland

Kayak comes from the word qajaq, the original Greenlandic term for the light boat constructed from stitched seal or other animal skins stretched over a wood or whalebone-skeleton frame.

When in Greenland, it would be rude to ignore this heritage. This is how I came to be on the shore in Ilulissat on a Saturday evening, just in front of the Zion Church, about to get into a modern non-whalebone kayak that was floating on the just-above-freezing Arctic Ocean.

We rocked up at the PGI Greenland office a little before 9pm, where we stripped down and got into the thermal layers that would go beneath an alluring blue drysuit: both kindly provided by the PGI team.

I was flattered to be instantly handed a size S, but then had to upsize upon finding that I couldn’t get my head through the allocated slot in the drysuit for it.

“Here’s the only medium drysuit we have left”, said Pill, the cool pro kayaker taking us out who’d also sat behind me on my Copenhagen-Kangerlussuaq flight. “I’m afraid it’s the dirty one”.

So in a baggy blue drysuit with greenish sea algae residue on my back, we walked from the PGI office down to the water.

First things first, we needed a bit of practice. We pulled our kayaks onto the grass, then hopped in and adjusted the pedals to fit our long and slender/short and stumpy legs.

Then came a quick safety run-through. Namely, what we should do if the kayak capsized.

The brief summary was something like use your paddle! and your kayak is your life raft! But that left my mind when the Inuit kayak roll technique was introduced.

Inuits have a way of righting a capsized kayak with or without a paddle, also using only one hand, or without hands at all (what?!) Wikipedia suggests that most pro kayakers can do something similar. However, it was clear that none of us paying customers really fit that bill.

The other guide, Albert the Catalan pro kayaker, pushed the first boat into the water before exiting and dramatically pouring pints of Arctic sea water out of his boots. “This is what happens if you don’t zip your boots up”.

Gulp. I have big calf muscles. When I had pulled the “waterproof” kayak boots on over my drysuit, it was instantly obvious that the zip wasn’t going anywhere. I mentioned it to the pro kayakers, but a solution wasn’t going to appear unless a sewing kit and extra fabric did with it.

I decided that my kayak partner and I weren’t going to capsize. Or we were, but only if it came with a cool story involving saving or escaping from an Arctic sea creature, or a tale of a crumbling iceberg in our path that could represent humanity’s literal struggle with global warming.

But alas we did not capsize, nor did any Arctic beasts greet us on our path through the icebergs. But damn, was it beautiful.

By the time we were kitted out and on the water it was 10pm, and we paddled around for over two hours.

The midnight sun was showing off in its full glory, and Catalan pro kayaker was photographer for the group. This was so we could a) focus on not crashing into icebergs and b) make HD memory photos in our minds, which he gave us a very welcome mini lesson in.

Photography is great, but I’m so glad I saw the experience through my own two eyes rather than a camera lens.

If you find yourself in Ilulissat, I couldn’t recommend this evening kayaking trip enough. I loved my time spent hiking in Greenland and the opportunity for lone pondering that came with it, but this was right up there as a highlight of my trip. It was a not-so-cheap DKK 1420 (£150), but it was worth every bit of it.