I drove for the first time in many years this afternoon. The procedure for getting a license here is easier, I knew there was a reason for not getting a license earlier. Anyway I got to drive a jeep down a dirt road (through the tundra of course) until it came to an abrupt end in a field of gravel. This road has name you' heard before: the road to nowhere
I also went to church this morning. After years of singing in a choir, I find that I am leading the congregation in singing the hymns. I enjoy this because Brian chooses traditional hymns, which are the best, and gospel hymns. Today this was problematic because unlike the past two weeks when we were singing along to MIDI recordings of the hymns, we had a guitarist who followed me. This meant that all my mistakes counted, like taking too many breaks, singing slowly. Next week I shall be prepared.
I also stayed for the Inuktitut speaking service. This is the most foreign thing I have ever experienced. It is possible to be a stranger in an English speaking service, but at this one I feel like a stranger too. The Inuit are a people other than my own, they speak their own language, yet they practice the same religion and belong to the same denomination! Its funny to be a minority (80 to 1) and still be favoured by the system (university educated white male). There is an invisible wall and I am here only for two months.