London-based freelance journalist who specialises in food and travel
Originally from Harpenden, 28-year-old Conor Mills is a freelance journalist who specialises in food and travel. When he is not eating his way around the globe or travelling to exciting and exotic destinations he writes for a variety of publications including Auto Express, Little White Lies and Foodepedia. Work permitting you will find him selling Greek street food at his local market in Hackney on Sundays. He has a degree in Mechanical Engineering from the University of Leeds. He resides and works in London.
It used to be the Big C that people feared and talked about, but now it's the Big A. Roll over cancer and make way for Alzheimer's - a disease with real cajones, a disease without cure or effective treatment and one that puts you in the shade, old chum. The King is dead, long live the King!
Over the last few months, the UK and European press have dedicated extensive column inches to the Roma community, with the majority of coverage being negative. Much of the adverse reporting focuses on the widely recognized and highly visible problem of Roma arriving in the UK to beg on our streets, litter our countryside and instigate waves of crime.
Not to be trumped by the third heir to the throne, I too am in the process of organising a return trip to Greenland and to the Arctic. Unexpectedly, the Greenlandic Tourist Board has kindly invited me back in December to celebrate Christmas in the capital city of Nuuk with the locals.
It's a strange sensation, stepping of a train after such an effortless cross-border voyage. In contrast to flying, it feels like you've hardly left your place of origin. But exiting to the unfamiliarities of a new locality, in this case Frankfurt's main Hauptbahnhof station, it doesn't take long for the acclimatisation process to commence.
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.
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.
24/04/2012 22:36 BST
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