So, sleeping on a block of ice in a room cooled to minus 5, what could possibly go wrong? Well I'll tell you:toilet breaks! We are issued with Norwegian army surplus sleeping bags, previously used for fermenting herrings-getting into these requires the dexterity of a circus contortionist during which time one's core temperature will have dropped by 10 degrees. Now imagine having to do this every hour or so during the night, punctuated by a trudge up the snowy corridor in socks. At 4am I give up and return to the heated section of this hell hole and sit up for the rest of the sleepless night. Robyn gives up at 6am and Claire would still be sleeping there had I not woken her up.
After a traditional breakfast of pickled seal udder we are driven to the SS Richard With, which will be our home on the high seas. I track down the captain and remind him what happened re Titanic and he promises me he will keep his eyes peeled for large white objects.
In the evening we are treated to a fine view of the Northern lights.
After a traditional breakfast of pickled seal udder we are driven to the SS Richard With, which will be our home on the high seas. I track down the captain and remind him what happened re Titanic and he promises me he will keep his eyes peeled for large white objects.
In the evening we are treated to a fine view of the Northern lights.
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| White Christmas at last |
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