An Arctic Adventure
When we first glimpsed at the white coral sands of the Maldives surrounded by turquoise waters, it was amid a scrum of aircraft passengers vying for whatever rounded window we could take in the beauty of it all through.
Flying above Spitsbergen under a bright blue sky, with the dazzling midnight sun casting shadows on the pointed peaks perforating the soft white cloud layer like the tips of Freddie Kruger’s claws, probably equalled it. It certainly equalled the number of passengers again vying to take in the beauty of the land of the pointed peaks.
The low cloud blanketing the archipelago was a mixed blessing. It robbed us of the opportunity to appreciate the iconic mountains and their massive buttresses in all their towering glory, but it immediately decided for us how to fill the spare day before boarding the ship: climb! Eight of us set off on a wee stroll up a dead glacier.
Soon we needed to put on the snowshoes we had brought. Which reminded me of the things I had not brought: sun block, the correct clothing, fitness.