Conor Mills | Freelance Automotive and Travel Journalist

Freelance Automotive and Travel Journalist

A Greenland Food Adventure

Posted by Admin On September - 15 - 2014

Twenty-four hours after departing a chaotic and densely populated London Heathrow, I touch down in Greenland on what appears to be the only patch of land that isn’t blanketed in white for as far as the eye can see. The reason I’ve come to this predominantly uninhabited and perilously cold country is to learn as much as possible about its mysterious and unique food culture.

With worldwide interest in Scandinavian food at an all-time high, Greenland and its eating habits remain largely enigmatic to the rest of the world. Over the next eight days my plan is to eat as much traditional food as I can manage and spend the rest of the time meeting and speaking with locals, chefs, fishermen and anyone else related to the food industry in an attempt to gain a better understanding of what it is that typifies Greenlandic cuisine. Read the rest of this entry »

Poles Apart

Posted by Admin On November - 26 - 2013

Early last year, one gloomy spring morning, the gods of travel journalism offered me, an amateur explorer at best, the once in a lifetime opportunity to visit Greenland, following in the footsteps of Amundsen, Franklin, Fiennes and the other greats of Arctic exploration.


My task was to report on the country’s culinary revolution mixed in with some Arctic fishing and a bit of extreme sledging. With landscapes, fluorescent green skies, temperatures dropping as low as -50 and even more savage winds, it was pure adventure that shattered any David Attenborough-induced preconceptions I might have had. Read the rest of this entry »

The Food of Ilulissat

Posted by Admin On June - 1 - 2012

As our small propeller-powered plane begins its descent into Ilulissat I’m glued to the small porthole-shaped window mesmerised by the breathtaking views. Once we break through the stationary clouds and snow-capped mountains, the sea reveals itself for the first time.

Frozen, motionless like a snapshot in time, the first signs of cracks are beginning to appear across its glistening surface. Trapped within it is a mass congregation of icebergs waiting for the waters to melt so they can continue on with their journeys. Read the rest of this entry »