[GUEST ACCESS MODE: Data is scrambled or limited to provide examples. Make requests using your API key to unlock full data. Check https://lunarcrush.ai/auth for authentication information.]  Orla Joelsen [@OJoelsen](/creator/twitter/OJoelsen) on x 43.7K followers Created: 2025-07-19 01:06:08 UTC Alright, Matt, Pretty sure your sheriff’s office won’t be up for it — but hey, I made a route for you anyway. Just make sure you’ve got a valid driver’s license And pls note that the route is only available on the winter, - and it will take you XX hours to get to Nuuk with Avg speed of XXX km/h Oh, remember to have your passport, —border officers in Canada may ask for details about your travel plans. Stop 1: Montreal 🇨🇦 XXX km in — gas station poutine and the last friendly weather you’ll see. You’re still smiling. That won’t last. Stop 2: Kuujjuaq 🇨🇦 XXXXX km deeper into the white void. Civilization is a rumor. A snow-covered shack offers you dried seal meat. It’s salty. It’s chewy. It’s your only option. You nod in silence and chew. Then cross the XXX km ice bridge over Hudson Bay. You whisper, “Please don’t crack.” Stop 3: Iqaluit 🇨🇦 Here, food is survival. You restock with dried seal, and fish chips. You enter the Davis Strait Tunnel — XXXXX km of darkness and frozen steel. No lights. Just your engine and a distant echo that might be wolf’s … or your sanity. Stop 4: Kangerlussuaq 🇬🇱 You emerge from the tunnel into Greenland. It’s not snowing — the sky just forgot how to be anything else. You’re served dried reindeer by someone who doesn’t speak, just nods. You eat it slowly, with shaking hands. Only XXX km to go. Final stretch → Nuuk 🇬🇱 Your fingers are numb. Your playlist is just wind now. And then— They appear. One polar bear, in Nuuk - waiting for you. Standing still. Lined up like silent giants at the edge of the world. You hit the brakes. You get out. You’re shaking. Not from cold. From awe. It hits you. You drove to Greenland. XXXXX km of snow, meat, and madness. You’re in shock. Tears sting your eyes. Polar bear blinks. You nod. As for the rest of the story… that’s for you to write. XXXXXX engagements  **Related Topics** [greenland](/topic/greenland) [canada](/topic/canada) [avg](/topic/avg) [drivers](/topic/drivers) [Post Link](https://x.com/OJoelsen/status/1946375973060124722)
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Orla Joelsen @OJoelsen on x 43.7K followers
Created: 2025-07-19 01:06:08 UTC
Alright, Matt, Pretty sure your sheriff’s office won’t be up for it — but hey, I made a route for you anyway. Just make sure you’ve got a valid driver’s license
And pls note that the route is only available on the winter, - and it will take you XX hours to get to Nuuk with Avg speed of XXX km/h
Oh, remember to have your passport, —border officers in Canada may ask for details about your travel plans.
Stop 1: Montreal 🇨🇦 XXX km in — gas station poutine and the last friendly weather you’ll see. You’re still smiling. That won’t last.
Stop 2: Kuujjuaq 🇨🇦 XXXXX km deeper into the white void. Civilization is a rumor. A snow-covered shack offers you dried seal meat. It’s salty. It’s chewy. It’s your only option. You nod in silence and chew. Then cross the XXX km ice bridge over Hudson Bay. You whisper, “Please don’t crack.”
Stop 3: Iqaluit 🇨🇦 Here, food is survival. You restock with dried seal, and fish chips. You enter the Davis Strait Tunnel — XXXXX km of darkness and frozen steel. No lights. Just your engine and a distant echo that might be wolf’s … or your sanity.
Stop 4: Kangerlussuaq 🇬🇱 You emerge from the tunnel into Greenland. It’s not snowing — the sky just forgot how to be anything else. You’re served dried reindeer by someone who doesn’t speak, just nods. You eat it slowly, with shaking hands.
Only XXX km to go.
Final stretch → Nuuk 🇬🇱 Your fingers are numb. Your playlist is just wind now. And then—
They appear.
One polar bear, in Nuuk - waiting for you.
Standing still. Lined up like silent giants at the edge of the world.
You hit the brakes.
You get out.
You’re shaking. Not from cold. From awe.
It hits you. You drove to Greenland. XXXXX km of snow, meat, and madness.
You’re in shock. Tears sting your eyes.
Polar bear blinks. You nod.
As for the rest of the story… that’s for you to write.
XXXXXX engagements
