Long ago I dreamt of an arctic traverse and saw myself on skis with my pulka, crossing a vast frozen lake and camping on the ice for days. A dream which seemed almost unattainable, like a journey to the moon, and I searched for information. Some years later I attended a conference on the Inuit, the name by which the indigenous people of Greenland are known, and their culture. As I was leaving the event, something prompted me to turn around and introduce myself to the conference organiser. I explained that I was a mountain guide and that I was enchanted by the landscapes and people of the arctic and, at the end of our short conversation, he presented me with a telephone number. After returning home I called the number and one week later I started my training as an arctic wilderness guide.