This Belongs to Canada—The Aurora-Kissed Northern Wilderness 🌌

I met David at a small inn in town. This year marks his third winter in Iqaluit 🏠. Once the head chef at the finest restaurant in the settlement, he later invested in a gold mine project on Baffin Island ⛏️, which led him deep into Nunavut’s most remote corners—vast stretches of frozen wilderness where few have ever tread. "Legs are useless here," he’d say with pride. "Only specialized rescue choppers can get you in." 🚁 By March, daylight had returned to Iqaluit, and at -11°C, it almost felt warm. Yet the harbor remained locked in ice ❄️, stranding his supply ships. With no ingredients coming in, David shut down his restaurant temporarily and flew back to Quebec for a break. At 23, he bid farewell to his love on this island’s western edge. Back in Ireland, they used to drive an old Mustang along coastal roads 🚗💨, blasting The Beatles 🎶 as waves crashed against the Giant’s Causeway at sunset. "That sound," he said, "was the rhythm of my youth." Now older, he vaguely resembles Gordon Ramsay—both chefs, both shaped by the British Isles. But there was something uniquely David about him: that hunched figure in a puffer jacket, dragging a duffel bag, cigarette in hand, coughing as he walked away into the Arctic wind. "Travel more. See more," he told me. "If you’re free of heavy ties, then really see this world." 🌍✨ #GlobeTrotting #CanadaTravel #ArcticAdventure #OffTheBeatenPath #Nunavut #PolarPhotography 📸🏔️