Jan de Grijs
It was Monday August 16 and Ursula, Patty and I were starting our long anticipated trip to Greenland. We were on a flight from Reykjavik to Kulusuk on the east coast of Greenland. As we approached Greenland all that was visible from the aircraft window were mountain tops above the cloud. The landing gear went down; we circled; the landing gear went up. Then an announcement came over the intercom, “This is the captain speaking. We are unable to land due to the fog, forcing us to return to Reykjavik.” We returned to Iceland and checked into the Reykjavik Youth Hostel.