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Isfjord: Pyra­mi­den, Gips­huks­let­ta

It still feels as if the snow melt was just yes­ter­day. The first flowers in the tun­dra. The birds just occu­p­ied their nests and cliffs. And now, it is sud­den­ly august. The first autum colours have repla­ced many flowers. The first fresh snow on the moun­tain tops. Young birds ever­y­whe­re on the tun­dra.

This voya­ge is com­ing to an end. It feels as if we have been tra­vel­ling for mon­ths now, the days have been so full and inten­se. At the same time, it is as if we have left Lon­gye­ar­by­en just yes­ter­day. Time is just fly­ing. A bit of both.

We haven’t seen anything of the polar bear in Pyra­mi­den, alt­hough they say it has been wal­king around direct­ly next to the hotel just yes­ter­day. Pyra­mi­den is always exci­ting. No mat­ter how many times I have been the­re, I keep dis­co­vering some­thing new every time I am the­re. I have to get back the­re with some more time …

And of cour­se we went back to the tun­dra again later. Views into Gips­da­len and over Sas­sen­fjord, and to Dia­ba­sod­den, whe­re I saw my first polar bear in 1997, in the midd­le of the night, just out­side our tent … I’ll never for­get it, and I’ll think of it every time I see the place, even in the distance. Spits­ber­gen is full of memo­ries.

Now, a bunch of very hap­py polar tra­vel­lers is about to finish their trip. It was real­ly, real­ly good. So full of polar impres­si­ons, varia­ti­ons, inten­si­ty.

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And now Lon­gye­ar­by­en again. To start with, that means stress. Far too much to do in far too litt­le time …

Isfjord

The road was a bit bum­py last night. Well, the­se things hap­pen.

The­re is so much on the­se small islands in Ekmanfjord. Admit­ted­ly, I tend to men­ti­on a few words about geo­lo­gy more or less every day, and sud­den­ly, it is all the­re around you. And the tun­dra is the finest any­whe­re in Spits­ber­gen. Real­ly! The result of thousands of years without dis­tur­ban­ce. An ama­zing car­pet with an end­less ran­ge of colours. Lichens. Mos­ses. A sea of Tuf­ted saxif­ra­ge. Litt­le peat towers that took thousands of years to grow one foot high. And so on.

And a Red-necked phalar­o­pe for tho­se who know to appre­cia­te it.

In Skans­buk­ta, we could nice­ly obser­ve the dif­fe­rent ways to appre­cia­te Spits­ber­gen. While we were craw­ling around on shore for almost two hours (not all of us mana­ged that long), Lan­gøy­sund, on a day trip from Lon­gye­ar­by­en, made a cir­cle in the bay at 8 knots and left again. End of sto­ry.

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Now we hope that the polar bear that is han­ging around in Pyra­mi­den does not enter the ship while we are along­side tonight.

See you tomor­row.

Bellsund

Some days fall into shape by them­sel­ves, star­ting a bit vague in the morning (or the day befo­re, when I am deve­lo­ping ide­as) and then beco­m­ing ama­zing days which have their own dyna­mics. Some­ti­mes, things just hap­pen.

I had to con­si­der other ships and mixed wea­ther, so I had been thin­king for qui­te a while about dif­fe­rent opti­ons for the morning, befo­re Mid­ter­huk­ham­na cros­sed my mind. And it tur­ned out to be the ide­al choice, even without Grey phalar­o­pes. Other than that – pure plea­su­re in one of Spitsbergen’s most friend­ly are­as.

What was sup­po­sed to be a hike tur­ned out to be the trip’s shor­test lan­ding later. It was all the fault of this lazy polar bear that was slee­ping behind some stones. It was only later that we found out that it was actual­ly a good thing: it saved us from a rai­ny after­noon. Ins­tead, we went to Akseløya, whe­re we enjoy­ed sunshi­ne for most of the late after­noon, apart from a few rain­drops. Gre­at, warm evening light on the nort­hern slo­pes of Mid­ter­hukfjel­let with its ama­zing folds. This moun­tain is real­ly uni­que amongst all moun­tains in this world. The same holds true for the island.

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Dozens of Grey phalar­o­pes, and it felt like a bil­li­on of Arc­tic terns who didn’t like us at all, for what rea­son one might only guess. A pair of Arc­tic skuas, dark morph, both of them. What else? As if all this wasn’t qui­te enough alrea­dy. A shame only that the last days star­ted to have an effect on many; not ever­y­bo­dy had enough ener­gy left for this lan­ding.

Polar bear freed from nylon noo­se

A polar bear being obser­ved some weeks ago in Nort­hern Spits­ber­gen with a thin nylon rope around its neck was now loca­ted and freed from the noo­se by mem­bers of the Nor­we­gi­an Polar Insti­tu­te. The case illus­tra­tes the dan­ger for arc­tic wild­life occur­ring by the incre­a­sing amount of plastic was­te floa­ting in the sea and being was­hed ashore.

It was in the end of June as the polar bear was seen and pho­to­gra­phed for the first time in Woodfjord by mem­bers of a boat trip on the »Arc­ti­ca II«. The sailors infor­med the Sys­sel­mann, who star­ted to look out for the bear and asked for report in case of anyo­ne see­ing it. Pres­um­a­b­ly the thin rope around the animal’s neck ori­gi­nal­ly was part of a trawl net. It was tied to a solid noo­se and the loo­se end hang about one meter to the ground. For­tu­n­a­te­ly the noo­se was not too tight so that the bear was not direct­ly hurt or han­di­cap­ped in breat­hing. The Sysselmann´s experts saw the grea­test dan­ger for the polar bear in taking much food in a short peri­od of time, when for examp­le fin­ding a cada­ver or hun­ting a seal. In this case it could gain weight quick­ly and the noo­se would get tigh­ter and strang­le the bear’s neck and cut into the skin.

The chan­ce to find a sin­gle indi­vi­du­al in such a lar­ge, deser­ted area usual­ly is very low. So it was a lucky inci­dent as on 22nd of July the Sys­sel­mann got the report of the bear being seen clo­se to the trap­per sta­ti­on on Aus­t­fj­ord­nes in inner Wij­defjord. On the same day mem­bers of the Nor­we­gi­an Polar Insti­tu­te arri­ved the­re with a heli­co­p­ter. They could find the bear and anesthe­ti­ze it. After remo­ving the noo­se and exami­ning the bear, the rese­ar­chers made sure that the ani­mal woke up and star­ted moving again.

The polar bear was lucky being found and being a polar bear. Such an exten­si­ve ope­ra­ti­on would not have been star­ted for a rein­de­er or for a sin­gle bird. Espe­cial­ly some sorts of birds face ano­t­her thread from the plastic was­te: They swal­low small plastic pie­ces which will not be digested and can lead to the animal’s death. A recent sur­vey among nort­hern ful­mars on Spits­ber­gen has shown that 90% of the birds have small plastic pie­ces in their sto­machs.

Stran­ded plastic was­te can turn into a trap for wild ani­mals

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(On the plastic pol­lu­ti­on pro­blem see also »The Oce­an Cleanup: solu­ti­on for the glo­bal plastic pol­lu­ti­on pro­blem« Spitsbergen-Svalbard.com news from June 2014)

Source: Nor­we­gi­an Polar Insti­tu­te

Horn­sund

Good luck remai­ned with us (do we have to pay for it?). A day like in para­di­se. Or, bet­ter: a day in para­di­se. One of Spitsbergen’s most impres­si­ve sce­ne­ries under a bright arc­tic sun. A long, lovely hike in the midd­le of Horn­sund. Horn­sund­tind and Bau­ta­en ahead, the migh­ty gla­ciers of Bre­pol­len to the left, Gnå­lod­den and the rest of it to the right. You could put the view on paper and sell it without doing anything to it.

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The big gla­ciers in Hornsund’s deepest cor­ners were arc­tic show time. Big time! The­re was so much ice near the gla­cier, you could hard­ly see the water any­mo­re. The gla­cier was in good mood and added even more to it. The icing on the cake was the polar bear, sit­ting on an ice­berg some­ti­mes like on a thro­ne and some­ti­mes han­ging the­re like on a sofa, lying on his back, yaw­ning, stret­ching his arms and legs. A bit too far away, other­wi­se he would for sure have been the cover of the next pho­to book or calen­dar, some­thing like that.

Sør­kapp

Hoor­ay! What a day! South Cape, usual­ly a term for many unplea­sant hours in rough seas, covering many pain­ful miles to get around the shal­lows, while too many on board are eating rever­se.

And this time? We star­ted the day con­se­quent­ly doing not­hing. That’s what ever­y­bo­dy had been asking for. Bre­ak­fast until noon, no pre­sen­ta­ti­ons, no lan­dings, no wha­les. Well, almost no wha­les.

And then, a calm and even plea­sant pas­sa­ge around Spitsbergen’s sou­thern­most point. You could have play­ed bil­lard on board!

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Of cour­se we took the rare oppor­tu­ni­ty to make a lan­ding later, in Storm­buk­ta. I had not been the­re in 10 years! It was obvious­ly about time again. How often do you get to Sør­kapp Land? A for­bid­den coast. Hid­den behind bad wea­ther and many shal­lows. But almost invi­t­ing today. Spitsbergen’s lar­gest spring, Trol­lo­sen, is in good shape, against rumours say­ing some­thing dif­fe­rent. And the polar foxes, almost tame. Ear­lier „never again“ memo­ries from this often so unplea­sant coast are now over­lain by impres­si­ons from a first class lan­ding in Storm­buk­ta. Cheers!

Bar­entsøya

A dark land­s­cape, and dark wea­ther. It fits nice­ly tog­e­ther, in a way. A Sunday morning on Bar­entsøya. We paid a visit to the local gos­pel choir, which pro­du­ced an arc­tic sym­pho­ny from thousand beaks with a lot of gus­to.

The­re is hard­ly a more lush tun­dra than here in the sou­the­ast, on Bar­entsøya and Edgeøya. You could pro­bab­ly keep sheep here. Someo­ne is alrea­dy doing it. The sheep have got ant­lers here.

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And if the­se sheep-rein­de­er have real­ly got bad luck, then their ant­lers get ent­an­gled in plastic ropes and nets careless­ly thrown away from fishing ves­sels. Such as the 3 or 4 rein­de­er who­se ant­lers we found as a big knot wound up with green plastic rope. Parts of the skulls were still atta­ched to the ant­lers. Shame on zivi­li­sa­ti­on! The idea that most likely a polar bear shor­ten­ed the suf­fe­ring from weeks down to days (only … only days! We are tal­king of real­ly ter­ri­ble suf­fe­ring!) does not real­ly make the thought more beara­ble.

Heley­sund

Damn tech­no­lo­gy! Right now I start to enjoy wri­ting for the blog, and of cour­se the satel­li­te pho­ne based email stuff is brea­king down. I could not send anything for days, and now it loo­ks as if I can at least send text again. No pics, but at least. So I hope it’s worth star­ting to wri­te again.

Heley­sund is one of Spitsbergen’s most fasci­na­ting and beau­ti­ful pla­ces. I am fasci­na­ted by cur­r­ents, that’s one way natu­re is dis­play­ing her gre­at for­ces. And the tidal cur­rent in Heley­sund can be ama­zing. Today, it was mode­ra­te, but enough for some nice eddies.

A long, nice hike over tun­dra and hills of basaltic bed­rock. Some fog adding atmo­s­phe­re to the views down to Heley­sund bet­ween colum­ns of rocks, stan­ding out on their own from the cliff. A polar bear having a nap on a litt­le island in the strait, not doing much else.

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It was qui­te grey and fog­gy as we con­ti­nued going south. Not bad at all. One has to sleep a litt­le bit, every once in a while.

Nord­aus­t­land

The idea was to find wal­rus­ses. And we had found them, on a flat pen­in­su­la, in the midd­le of the night. Drop­ped the anchor in a safe distance only to find out next morning that almost all of them had left. Only two of them were still the­re. Pro­bab­ly 2 out­si­ders. Tho­se guys nobo­dy wants to have anything to do with.

Annoy­ing that they just disap­pe­ar! They could well have wai­ted for just ano­t­her cou­p­le of hours. Well, may­be it was the wind. It was admit­ted­ly bloo­dy cold and unplea­sant out the­re.

A few miles away, the next wal­rus pen­in­su­la. And the­re they were. May­be also the guys from the first island? Might well be. I can ima­gi­ne Wal­ly say­ing to his fel­low wal­rus­ses: „damn it, tou­rists! Not for me today. Let’s get out of here. Anyo­ne who wants to join me?“ And then, the tou­rists show up again just a few hours later …

Well, they did obvious­ly not mind. They were, as usu­al, com­ple­te­ly busy with them­sel­ves, with scratching, figh­t­ing and making inde­cent sounds.

Later, frut­ti di mare from ano­t­her time. More than 270 mil­li­on years old. Silent wit­nes­ses from tro­pi­cal seas of a very distant past. In unbe­liev­a­ble amounts. You could have fil­led trucks. And now, they are just lying here amongst all the the frost shat­te­red rocks: corals, bra­chio­pods, spon­ges … you name it. In the neigh­bour­hood of a gla­cier, more than 8000 squa­re kilo­me­tres lar­ge. You know which one I mean.

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Of cour­se, we paid a visit to its famous gla­cier front later. Again, bloo­dy cold. And bloo­dy impres­si­ve.

Hin­lo­pen

Again, a day like a who­le week. Actual­ly far to much to digest it pro­per­ly, that will come later. It star­ted with 2 Fin wha­les fee­ding lazi­ly around the ship at 6 o’clock in the morning, no more than 6 hours after last night’s bear sigh­t­ing. A good night’s sleep is a good friend who is rare­ly visi­t­ing under the mid­ni­ght sun.

Some exer­cise hel­ps to for­get that, and we got ple­nty of it in Lomfjord. Who would mind a few rain­drops if you can have the view over Lomfjord and across Hin­lo­pen Strait?

Dis­co­vering „new“ pla­ces is the salt in the soup for many tra­velers, cer­tain­ly for me, and the oppor­tu­ni­ty came in Lomfjord. Just some time left befo­re din­ner to jump ashore on a litt­le pen­in­su­la that nobo­dy knows, whe­re nobo­dy ever goes ashore, as far as I know. The water near the shore was so deep that Cap­tain Joa­chim par­ked the Anti­gua in the gra­vel to keep the ship sta­ble for a while, we could have jum­ped down onto the beach from the bow.

The ruin of a trapper’s hut, exact­ly 90 years old now. Built of drift­wood and stones, it must have been nice in its ear­ly days, small, though. Now, the wind is blowing through empty win­dow frames.

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Several hund­red thousands of Brünich’s Guil­lemots for des­sert, ser­ved on ama­zing ver­ti­cal basalt cliffs, a good smell of gua­no and a lot of fresh sal­ty air. An ama­zing place!

Ice – Murchi­son­fjord

After the colour­ful tun­dra in nor­thwes­tern Spits­ber­gen, the drift ice in the nor­the­ast is a com­ple­te­ly dif­fe­rent world. Hard and tough, you feel clear­ly, that we are not made for this world, we wouldn’t last too long here without warm clothes and some other use­ful things. A good ship and a hot cup of tea cer­tain­ly make life bet­ter here. Cold and win­dy, waves are brea­king over the blue edges of ice floes. The wind is pushing the ice tog­e­ther to form a com­pact, end­less field of pack ice with a shar­ply defi­ned edge.

For the wild­life, it is the place to be. Lively Harp seals are swim­ming near the ice edge. Two wal­rus­ses are res­ting on an ice floe. A migh­ty bull, the ends of his huge tusks are almost tou­ch­ing each other, and his youn­ger friend.

We lea­ve this fasci­na­ting, but qui­te hos­ti­le world of the ice. A few hours later, we have ent­e­red yet ano­t­her, again com­ple­te­ly dif­fe­rent, fasci­na­ting world: the polar desert of Nord­aus­t­land. Bar­ren polar land in the deepest cor­ners of Murchi­son­fjord. Colour­ful stones, colours from the days befo­re the­re was life on land.

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And then, a fema­le polar bear on a litt­le island, hol­ding a sies­ta on a snow field. Remains of a seal not far away on the shore. She is res­ting in the most beau­ti­ful light of the mid­ni­ght sun, watching us occa­sio­nal­ly with a slight­ly tired view, yaw­ning, eating some snow. Making 28 polar tra­vel­lers and some gui­des and crew very hap­py.

Woodfjord

Alrea­dy the first sunshi­ne day. We are get­ting spoi­led. High sum­mer in the arc­tic! I may have men­tio­ned it befo­re, but: the­re is not­hing more beau­ti­ful than such a day up here, just under 80 degrees. We have been out for many hours today and hik­ed qui­te some kilo­me­tres over bar­ren tun­dra in nort­hern Woodfjord. And some hund­red metres up. A „new“ moun­tain, it worked well and the reward came in shape of grand views over Mus­ham­na and Woodfjord.

Now I know why I always lea­ve the GPS on so it can save a track. This way, I am able to find my sun­glas­ses again qui­te some time after I have left them some­whe­re on the tun­dra. Very use­ful.

Com­ing to the „Rit­ter hut“ at Gråhu­ken is almost like get­ting back home. It just gives me this fee­ling. Not only becau­se I have been the­re qui­te a few times. Hil­mar Nøis hit the nail on the head when he named the hut „Kapp Hvi­le“ in 1928: Cape of Rest, Cape of inner peace. Some­thing like that. I can’t real­ly trans­la­te it. A place whe­re you find peace of mind, that soot­hes you, that makes you feel at home.

Espe­cial­ly after spen­ding hours on the tun­dra to get the­re.

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Now we are hea­ding nor­the­ast, towards Ver­le­gen­hu­ken and the drift ice. Still bright sunshi­ne and calm waters. I am very curious about the ice, whe­re it will stop us, what we will find the­re. But for the moment, to be honest, I’d be qui­te hap­py about some hours without wha­les …

Lief­defjord

The­re are the­se sim­ply unbe­liev­a­ble days, when things just hap­pen. Well, we can’t con­trol natu­re any­way. This morning, I was qui­te curious what the day would bring, as it was real­ly pret­ty win­dy.

And, what hap­pen­ed? A lovely hike up a morai­ne ridge and over some rocky hills in Lief­defjord, with the grea­test view you can ima­gi­ne. From Mona­co­breen to Reins­dyr­flya. Just long enough, the hike, to make me feel I had been out for a good walk.

Then, an after­noon at Mona­co­breen. Blue ice under a warm sun. A pie­ce of ice fal­ling down and into the water with a thun­der every once in a while. A wall of ice, 5 kilo­me­tres long.

On the way out of the fjord, bet­ween some small islands, sud­den­ly white backs appearing on the water sur­face. Belugas! We couldn’t do much bet­ween the islands, but fur­ther north, Cap­tain Joa­chim pul­led his gre­at Belu­ga trick off again. Get ahead a bit, as clo­se to the shore as pos­si­ble, anchor down, engi­ne, gene­ra­tor and echo­lot off, no noi­se and no tal­king on deck. And then, the came. More than 50 of them, and they took hard­ly any noti­ce of our silent pre­sence. We could hear every noi­se, their breat­hing, ever­ything. The crea­my-white bodies com­ple­te­ly visi­ble in the water. The cal­ves dark grey.

A stun­ning expe­ri­ence. Tou­ch­ing, real­ly.

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Final­ly, a litt­le polar bear fami­ly on one of the­se small islands in Lief­defjord. They were the icing on the cake. A big, sweet cake.

I wish I could send more and bet­ter pics through this satel­li­te thing.

Raudfjord

What a day, what a life! Bright sunshi­ne and a clear blue sky in Raudfjord. A day like a post­card. A nice hike, not too much, just enough to make you feel that you have been out for a cou­p­le of hours. And this view over Raudfjord from 325 m height. You don’t need more for a stun­ning pan­ora­ma!

The sai­ling was the only bit that didn’t real­ly work out. So far, at least. As soon as the can­vas was up, the wind tends to die or even turns against you. Typi­cal Spits­ber­gen!

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P.S. who said it didn’t real­ly work out with the sai­ling? We went up to 9 knots, most sails up … 🙂

The nor­thwest

18th & 19th July, 2014 – Two days from Kongsfjord to Raudfjord, from the west coast to the north coast. Two days west coast wea­ther (west coast wea­ther …) with a lot of wind and rain. But that got us under sail from Kongsfjord to Mag­da­le­n­efjord, with 7-8 knots. Good sai­ling! The­re, it was just as cold and wet yes­ter­day as today in Virgo­ham­na. So much polar histo­ry ever­y­whe­re around us. From the wha­lers to the trap­pers. They cer­tain­ly fro­ze more than we do today. And nobo­dy pre­pa­red some warm food for them befo­re they came back to their ice-cold litt­le cabins. A tough life.

Here and now, it is still very com­for­ta­ble. Also from a Jan May­en per­spec­ti­ve. No sand, and life on Anti­gua is very good.

Now, we are ancho­red in Hamil­ton­buk­ta in Raudfjord and enjoy­ing some evening sun, some­thing we have been mis­sing for some days now. Hope for a lon­ger hike again tomor­row, but we’ll see how win­dy it still is then.

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Oh yes, it was very nice to sign a book for the Sys­sel­man­nen field poli­ce in Sal­ly­ham­na. It just felt well. And I do think my Spits­ber­gen book belongs into every hut in Spits­ber­gen, and any­whe­re else, for that sake!

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