So there we were just a few days ago somewhere in the Arctic, living a #Travelife.
We’d been driving for several hours past surreal landscapes that made me think of the moon, and of a scene from one of the James Bond movies.
And then I thought about the day someone and I drove all the way to the Cape of Good Hope in South Africa, after a pretty wonderful lunch in a winery in the suburbs of Cape Town.
The day had been just beautiful and our entire South Africa trip had been wonderful — and I remember how amazing the landscapes were in this place that was in itself at one edge of the world.
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Well, the Arctic reminds me somewhat of that area just after passing the park gates of the Cape of Good Hope, and just before you actually reach the Cape of Good Hope.
Except that the Arctic is way more desolate and dramatic.
Of course, we wanted seafood for lunch but we didn’t really plan on any restaurants as there’s not exactly a Michelin Guide for the Arctic.
In fact, I thought we would have to wait until we returned to civilisation — or the nearest thing to it — to pick up something like a bag of potato chips and a can of Coke.
But along the way, we stumbled on a little village, almost missing it because it was just a row of neat wooden houses and wooden shacks.
Where we come from, this is called a a little street, not a town.
Anyway, there was a restaurant on this street, in a shack, and we decided to go in. At this point, we didn’t really care what we were going to eat, and we had no expectations as there were no English signs or explanations.
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What luck. It was a seafood joint, and it just happened to serve the best lobsters in the world.
Oh my goodness.
What a wonderful lunch this was. The Arctic lobsters we were served were so tiny they looked like jumbo shrimps, but they sure were jampacked with sweetness and flavour.
We were served an entire tin bucketful of these lobsters, grilled with Arctic butter and garlic and sprinkled with herbs, along with baked potatoes, brown bread, a green salad, and plates of tomatoes and cucumbers.
Just my type of food, actually.
The lobsters had just been caught that morning, while the tomatoes and cucumbers were fresh from the owner’s greenhouse about ten minutes before serving.
I posted photos on Facebook and on Instagram, so lots of people have sent me messages asking where in the world is this wonderful restaurant that serves the best lobsters in the world?
Unfortunately, I don’t know. There were no English signs and we had a driver so neither of us paid much attention to the routes.
And then, at the end of the meal, I was so enamoured by the amazing lunch I’d just had that I actually forgot to ask for a name or a business card. Or a telephone number.
But one day I hope to come back here again for an entire summer in the Arctic. I love the fresh crisp air and the fantastic food, and the simplicity of life.
Plus, I’ve bought enough Arctic clothing in the last few days to actually live here, in preparation for a couple of upcoming trips to really cold places.
And when I do spend an entire summer here, perhaps I’ll drive around looking for that familiar shack by the sea where I had the best lobsters in my never-ending, and never-endingly eventful #Travelife.
