The Sounds of Iqaluit (Part 1)

When the water hits the top of my head in the shower, it’s as if a large dragonfly is madly buzzing around my head. Must be the strangely powerful water pressure?

Children – everywhere, laughing, shouting, but not in masses, just two or three at a time.

My apartment is next to the elevator on this floor, and I share a wall with the elevator shaft. -- The rise and fall of the elevator sounds like a whale crying to it’s lover lost in the depths of the ocean. It’s as if I’m underwater.

Trucks with loud motors grumbling around town, and their heavy winter tires fighting through the dirty, dusty road.

Between the moaning of the elevator at night, the stretches of absolute silence, like nobody is within miles of room, and it’s just me and the rocky snow landscape outside my window. Silence.

The farting noises of my rubber boots sliding against the fake leather seats at the local bars (just for you Sarah A. and Lindsay :))

My slow but heavy breathing climbing up the hill as I carry a week’s worth of groceries.

Inuktitut Language – one of the 4 languages spoken in the territory (English, Inuktitut, French and Inuinnaqtun . Very interesting to hear people speak this language, especially the way the Qs and the Gs are used… I will need to pick up some of this language while I am here.

Indian music (not “native indian” or “red indian” *cringe* music), like Bollywood music playing outside of the Arctic Ventures grocery store. I’ve been told between the Hunter-esque war-time music… playing Indian music is a strategy used to scare away intoxicated loiterers outside the store’s entrance. Hmm…