Wednesday, May 29, 2013

the houses of iqaluit

I really do love the visual styles of the buildings in Iqaluit. They aren't by any means old or historical; the city of Iqaluit itself isn't very old, seeing how it was settled only 70 years ago and became a city in 2001.  It isn't necessarily of some sort of traditional Inuit style either.  What it is, however, is bright, unique, striking, and daring.  The style of the buildings are so unusual and experimental, you get a sense that their creators were dreaming about all the things they could try, maybe as a symbol of a hope for what the future would bring.


  
the fire station, I think?

 
believe it or not, but this is a church 

junior high school

The only French school in the entire territory of Nunavut

Not your typical office building.



the office building where I worked during my stay in Iqaluit

Some of the houses in Iqaluit remind me of the houses in the East Coast, like the brightly coloured houses in St. John's



The women's shelter, painted a calming hue of teal, which also happens to be the colour for sexual violence

Monday, May 27, 2013

arriving in Iqaluit



Iqaluit. The largest city in Nunavut and, well, actually, the only city in Nunavut (The rest of the communities are hamlets and such). I was excited to have the chance to explore Iqaluit, which has things like a spa, Tim Horton's, cars, a population of 6000 or so, neighbourhoods, and immigrants who don't speak much English. It pretty much feels like a metropolis. They actually have a rush hour, or rather, a "rush minute", at 5PM every week day, at the four-way stop that they call the four corners when every worker is trying to make it home from work.  It's one hectic rush minute.


Did somebody say Tim Hortons??


I decided to go for a walk and explore the city...


...and discovered very quickly that Iqaluit at this time of the year is very very windy. And muddy. The combination of which means that walking around outside often results in eating a lot of dirt. Yum.



Iqaluit is south of Cambridge Bay, so they don't experience the 24 hours of sunlight/darkness that we do.  Still, as you might imagine, the weather can get pretty extreme. There are coloured posts next to the roads to guide drivers during a blizzard, because visibility can become completely non-existent - you end up driving from post to post.  Some of the snow banks in these neighbourhoods get to be thirty feet high.  I saw one street where the entire sides of houses were partially buried in snow - almost like the abandoned sand-buried houses I saw in Kolmonskop - because of the way that the roads had been designed, accidentally funneling the winds down the street to pile the snow against the houses.  They ended up having to build a wind wall to block the worst of it.

Iqaluit, and the rest of Baffin Island, is also quite hilly, much more hilly than Cambridge Bay or Rankin Inlet.  I personally love mountains, so I found the landscape to be breathtaking, especially when juxtaposing the hills against the frozen ocean. 

"What a beautiful sight," I said, admiring a shoreline.

"That's the sewage lagoon, Gloria," my friend told me.

The court house


The cemetery,  surprisingly located right by the beach

Iqaluit used to be called Frobisher Bay, which started as an American base. The area was never really used by the Inuit, unlike other communities in Nunavut which used to be fishing spots or meeting places or something.  But with the presence of the American base, the area eventually began to attract Inuit people, who then settled there.

the old Hudson Bay Company post



From the identical cookie-cutter houses of Legoland, which looks like they were boxed in a factory assembly line (much like most of Kanata), to the large luxurious houses of Tundra Ridge, to the "far away" location of Apex (3km) which was where Inuit people stayed when they worked for the American base, I was amazed to see that there were so many residential neighbourhoods in town. Still, there aren't enough We're only too aware of the housing shortage that Iqaluit is experience, much like the rest of Nunavut.  They just can't build houses quickly enough to keep up with the needs. There's a two year waiting list to build a private home here in town, just to get a contractor.



Ventures, probably one of the hugest stores in the whole territory. THEY HAVE A BOOK STORE.

for some reason, they mostly sell fur in the photo section of the North Mart.


I got to see the famous Road To Nowhere, named as such because they had begun building a road to go to the sand pit, but then they ran out of sand, so now it goes nowhere. It's not that unusually, actually, I feel like most roads in communities in Nunavut eventually go nowhere, since the communities aren't exactly connected to each other. But this particular road in Iqaluit is actually called the Road To Nowhere.

Speaking of roads...boy, the potholes were something else. I don't see how anybody could possibly speed around here.

I got to see Queen Elizabeth Road, so named because it was specifically paved for Queen Elizabeth when she came to visit. Apparently there is a rule that cars she ride can only go on paved road, so I guess we can see exactly what parts of Iqaluit the Queen got to see, based on where the paved roads go. The rest of the roads are made of mud and potholes.




The beach. I asked if there are a lot of surfers here, but apparently there is not.




Iqaluit has a nice beach area, although it wasn't suntanning weather that particular day. I discovered a beachside restaurant Grind and Brew, which has a name that makes me think of coffee shops, but in reality it's sort of a diner / convenience store place covered in Jordan Tootoo posters that sells Thai food and pizza (including smoked char pizza and caribou pizza!).


I was also excited to discover the shawarma place, which was an authentic shawarma experience with all the excited staff angrily yelling at each other with thick accents in the kitchen about whose large beef this was.  My shawarma sandwich was divine, and I miss it already.





The Kicking Caribou Pub (A BAR! I barely remember what those are.)

Friday, May 24, 2013

Omingmak Frolics: A parade in Cambridge Bay

My favourite part of the Frolics festival was the big parade that went around town - or basically, down one street and back down another. Despite the fact that it was a festival to celebrate spring, it was a parade that marched through snow and ice-covered roads, in true Cambridge Bay style. Floats from all sorts of Cam Bay organizations passed by the spectators, who were mostly excited about the free candy that was being thrown at them and into the snow banks.  Small kids on bikes pushed through the slush to follow the parade, with other small children running dangerously in front of the trucks to get candy. Taxi cabs blasted metal music, for reasons I couldn't really understand. ATVs rode along, decorated with caribou skulls, holding babies and waving hockey jerseys.  It was a classic Cambridge Bay sight



 
the day care float, complete with adorable kids
 

 
 
 
i have no idea why Elvis was on this float
 
 
 
Yes, that is a grizzly bear hide on the hood of the Kitikmeot Inuit Association float. #CamBayStyle
 


 
caribou skull!
 
  
the people of the Department of Health, frightening all the children with their GIANT NEEDLE
 
 
 
 
 i love this float, which is basically a love song to hockey on an ATV
 
 
Inukshuk float!

Right after the parade, the town crowned the official Frolics King and Queen, followed by a live show with Iqaluit blues rockers The Tradeoffs.


posing with the Frolics King

 Rock show in Cam Bay! A rare treat

 the members of the band pose with the town mascot, Ollie.
I was very disappointed that I didn't have a chance to get a picture with Ollie.

Frolics also featured a number of other fun events, including snowmobile races and a talent show.


a small girl shows off her skill at the talent show

 
people gathering for the snowmobile races out on the ice

 
 the ladies' snowmobile race

Thursday, May 23, 2013

Omingmak Frolics: Fashion show

Cambridge Bay recently celebrated Frolics, our big spring festival.  Down south, people notice the signs of spring by the buds in the trees, the melting of the snow into green grass, and the warming of weather causing people to prematurely pull out short shorts.  Here in the north, we can tell its spring because...well, everything is still frozen, including the ocean. The snow doesn't really melt as much as it evaporates.  But it does get a bit warmer -  at -10°C, everyone's keeping the windows open and walking around in hoodies and talking about how nice the weather is.

I guess the biggest sign of spring in the north is the fact that the sun stops setting and it's just daylight ALL THE TIME. That's enough to make you want to stay up, go outside and celebrate for a week, isn't it?

I started off my spring festivities by checking out the traditional fashion show that was being held in the community centre. It was a great opportunity to show off the talented seamstresses in the community, with models showing off beautiful, intricate fur coats handsewn by themselves or their mothers decades ago.  There whole thing would have made a PETA activist weep. It was impressive. I have no idea how the models didn't melt from overheating, wearing those coats inside.  There were young boys modelling some coats, mothers and daughters showcasing matching outfits, and little babies who could barely see out of their warm furry hoods.













posing with the models

At one point, a baby fell on his face. I laughed out loud. I am a horrible person.

The town also held a barbecue, giving out free burgers.  A lot of people were really happy about the free food, including me.

this is what an arctic barbecue looks like
fancy ladies: me and Christine at the Frolics banquet