One of my biggest regrets while living in Denmark was never making it to up here—simply put, it was far out of my student budget at the time; Norway is many things, but cheap isn’t one of them—and I’m glad the wait was worth it: This will truly stand out as one of my greatest adventures to date, and sailing through the fjords of Fuglefjorden was an incredible last outing.
I’ll give you more specifics about Svalbard and what I was doing there next week, but for now enjoy these icy shots to cool you off during the hot summer days.
While aboard the MS Expedition, we took many zodiac tours of different parts of the Arctic Circle. This surging glacier at Fuglefjorden was one of my favorites. It wasn’t quite as cold as it may look—for the most part, the mercury hovered around 40—but the air was so crisp and clean, it was actually refreshing.
If you few the chunks of floating ice up close, the bubbles the glacier creates are quite visible. They make a snap, crackle, pop! sound as you float by, not at all unlike one giant bowl of Rice Krispies.
Here’s what a piece looks like up close and personal.
I love how afar, the icebergs appear aqua. They’re not really—that’s quite evident when you pick up remnants—that’s just the blue beams reflecting from it.
A line of polar bear paw prints crisscrossed their way across the snowy terrain. As seemed to be the theme of the trip, we often glimpsed polar prints but never could quite locate the owner.
Then, we spotted a lump on the horizon. Could it be the King of the Arctic himself? Our guide hoped not; I crossed my fingers yes.
Alas! it was but a lounging walrus. Still, he’s pretty darn cute.