Saturday, April 2, 2011
The raw caribou is served frozen, so it really doesn't have much taste, but the fatty parts were not all that appealing to me. Tirak (the elder I met at sewing) said that she loved the fatty parts, though, so she made up for the fact that I didn't really want to try it.
We arrived at the community centre a little after six and found the "parking lot" packed with snowmobiles. If you'll notice in the picture, there was not a car or a truck to be seen... I'm not kidding when I say that I'm more surprised to see regular traffic on the road now- I've come to expect the roar of skidoos.
This is such a lovely community. There are so many children and they are so well loved by everyone. The children and babies just run around all over the place, tumbling in and out of people's laps. It really does feel like one big family in a lot of ways.