I can never sleep on airplanes and, so, mid-flight on a red-eye London to Seattle, I checked our course while everyone around me was fast asleep and the screen told me we were flying over a place called Igloolik. I thought the name was fantastic (though of course I've been mispronouncing it) but I was intrigued about it and read about it soon after landing. What a hauntingly beautiful place. Thank you for sharing.