domingo, 26 de marzo de 2017
s谩bado, 25 de marzo de 2017
Second day in Lapland: unlucky weather
Yesterday I set foot here for the first time and was so excited about everything I saw! I simply could not stay quiet in such an environment! So many new things to discover! I did not see any auroras but I still have 4 nights ahead... In the meantime, let's enjoy Lapland by day!
Today the temperature is minus 8 degrees Centigrade⛄. It's still snowing but the forecast tells it will get much worse during the day... 馃槙
I had planned to take a train to nearby Norway to see the fjords and come back in the day, but the reception guys discourage me, as the train could get blocked by the snow, which finally happened... It was a good decision not to take the risk because there is just one train daily!馃槹
The only soul who ventured out for a few short walks in the middle of this horrible weather 馃槉
As the stormy weather is getting worse, I decide to take the train to cover the last 2 km to my hostel and have lunch there. This is how the train looked when it arrived at the station! Unfortunately, there was an avalanche later on that night and the train was isolated on the way to Norway. (Spoiler: There were no trains for 5 days, so I finally could not go to see the fjords... Sad, because it is said that this is one of the most scenic trains in Europe馃槬)
Later during the day, snowstorm! I leave my room 3 times to take strolls but I have to go back in a few hours because my fingers and toes are freezing... 馃惂 There is nobody outside there 馃ザ馃ザ
In the afternoon, finally, I get an overall that allowed me to move much better than with my coat and, more importantly, it is waterproof! I will not separate from it for the rest of my stay! 馃榾
The frozen lake is safe, the ice crust is about 30 cm thick and after the recent snowfall, the surface is not slippery anymore. I will go to the nearby village walking on the lake, but I take a detour to visit a small island in the middle... but I could not put my feet on the ground because I sunk in the snow all the time馃槄
On the second night, the forecast for solar activity is again medium-low (but enough for "something" to be seen at these latitudes) and it has been snowing hard all day long. So the probability of seeing auroras is quite low, but... what if the clouds cleared in some areas of the sky? I am ready to wake up every 2 hours and check through the window! I will not spare any effort!! 馃挭 馃挭 馃挭 But finally, I have no luck, as it is snowing all night...馃槙
viernes, 24 de marzo de 2017
First day in Lapland: breaking the ice
I have planned a 5 day trip to Lapland to chase the auroras! I have chosen a very nice spot after months researching the web... Will I succeed?
As a very brief summary, auroras are generated when charged particles of the solar wind impact the magnetic field of the Earth.馃實 Their magnetic energy is transformed into kinetic energy, and the accelerated electron interact with the atoms and molecules of gases present in the atmosphere, like oxygen or nitrogen. ⚗In each collision, the atom or molecule absorbs energy from the electron and releases it in the form of light, whose color depends on the altitude and the gas involved.馃寛
I have been trying to find out where and when I would have a good chance of seeing auroras, hopefully in Europe! There is a small village in Swedish Lapland, called Abisko, which is the best location in the world to see auroras, according to NASA. It is located nearby lake Tornetr盲sk, surrounded by mountains that keep the clouds away, thus creating a microclimate of clear sky above.馃え
Also, I choose dates with no moon, so the night is as dark as possible. 5 nights to increase my chances. And in March, also, because it is more likely to see the auroras, as earlier in the year the weather tends to be more cloudy.馃馃
So fingers crossed and let's go hunting!馃馃徏馃馃徏
Previous day: I arrived in Sweden on March the 23rd, taking an extra day for safety and dedicated to tourism in Uppsala, just in case my checked-in luggage was delayed.
Finally, I find myself waiting for the night train to Lapland. The name of the train is very descriptive: my destination is 250 km above the Arctic Circle! Oh my God!! Will I make friends with the girls in my sleeping coach? Will I possibly see some aurora already tonight from the train? yippee! 馃榾馃榾馃榾
Also, I choose dates with no moon, so the night is as dark as possible. 5 nights to increase my chances. And in March, also, because it is more likely to see the auroras, as earlier in the year the weather tends to be more cloudy.馃馃
So fingers crossed and let's go hunting!馃馃徏馃馃徏
Previous day: I arrived in Sweden on March the 23rd, taking an extra day for safety and dedicated to tourism in Uppsala, just in case my checked-in luggage was delayed.
Finally, I find myself waiting for the night train to Lapland. The name of the train is very descriptive: my destination is 250 km above the Arctic Circle! Oh my God!! Will I make friends with the girls in my sleeping coach? Will I possibly see some aurora already tonight from the train? yippee! 馃榾馃榾馃榾
This is the moment when I decide to wake up in my bunk bed on the train. I could not sleep all night in the excitement of traveling on a train moving further and further heading towards the North pole for 16 hours! I had the feeling I was going to pop up at the other end of the Universe!! What will I see when I look through the window?? All white?? How exciting!! 馃ぉ
First day, arrival at this remote small village, Abisko, after a long night on the train. While my room gets ready, I go for a stroll, what my honorable mother calls "getting in touch". Hi mum! 馃槝
Those two mountains are called Lapporten, or "The doors of Lapland"
Short stroll over the frozen lake, even though in the beginning it is somewhat scary for someone who has hardly ever seen the snow! As it was so slippery, I turned around quickly...馃檨 I will be back馃槈馃槈
Walking on the lake (馃槑馃), I arrive at the next village (or a few more houses around the next train station) and there is an icefall! I can hear some water oozing, it comes out at the lower section... The ice is blueish and the place is wonderful 馃啋
The canyon downstream the icefall. Liquid water can be discovered, really transparent, in some areas under the ice crust馃寠
This is the 700 m long road connecting my hostel and Tornetr盲sk lake... In most other places a car is needed to chase them. But I have worked hard to find a place where I can watch auroras at my door, basically 馃槑
Also, I have chosen 5 nights around the new moon, and the time of the year with clearer skies here. It seems that the mountains surrounding the lake avoid as well the presence of too many clouds, there is microclimate here that makes it one wonderful aurora chasing spot!!
First exploration of the woods of the natural park, through signed pathways... I will dare to enter more remote places later, step by step 馃槈
Looking through a window of my hostel, the first night it is snowing a lot... Also, according to my App, the solar activity will be medium-low tonight, so probably it is not worth to be awake waiting for auroras 馃槬 So, I take the opportunity to sleep, as I had not slept in the train and I don't know what can happen for the next 4 nights 馃馃徏
jueves, 15 de octubre de 2015
Trekking on sacred land
Getting blessed at a temple before departure. Getting last-minute supplies at the local stalls. Leave behind everyday comforts.
Being awaken with a cup of tea, the "wake-up tea".
It is day time, but the sun will take several hours yet to rise above the incredibly high mountains.
Refreshing, or trying to, in a chilly cold river. Walking along the Ganga river in a sacred place, passing pilgrims wearing saffron robes. "Namaste!". Being witnesses of the change of vegetation, from the jungle to the pine woods, until finally a desert. Avoiding the rocks thrown to the path by the mouflons.
Drinking constantly to avoid altitude sickness... "more masala tea, please!". Taking strategic strolls to acclimatize. Eating vegetarian food cooked with water from the Ganga river. It’s surprisingly varied and abundant!
Walking in silence, concentrated to avoid slipping, looking up to discover new summits of disturbingly vertical walls and uncalculable height after every curve, listening the trekking mates as they sing, sometimes in Spanish, sometimes in English, even in French and Hindi...
Enjoying all this with fantastic people! Carlos, Javi, Jose, Juan, Lina, Lorene, Nicolas, To帽i. Team spirit, laughter, friendly atmosphere, a common goal, mutual understanding, altruistic help. All for one and one for all. The privilege of listening to stories of summitting and descending Everest first hand... The great service of the guides... Joining an expedition during the approach to the base camp!
Encountering a glacier for the first time. Feeling tiny. It’s a sacred place, totally worth it!
Further above it is all solitude: a large slope of inhospitable piled rocks constitutes the frontier with the last remnants of the civilized world. We have to climb it, looking for the cairns that mark the correct path. A porter smiles, mumbles something in Hindi and offers me his hand in some complicated pass...
Nandanvan Valley. Peace. The silhouette of Mount Shivling stabbing the sky... Are there any words...? It’s a serene, chilly, solitary, immaculate place, surrounded by several 7000 m high peaks, but with no water in the lake. Acclimatization day that had to be skipped. Pity.
Walking uphill alone along a ridge for several kilometers. Feeling of isolation, almost helplessness 4500 meters... the air is thin... s-l-o-w-l-y progressing, the body asks to keep calm... however, feeling breathless... surreal, otherworldly sensations... Enjoying a unique moment in an even more unique environment!
Starting to feel tired (physically, mentally...?), but stopping is not a choice, as the night is threatening... Where does this ridge end? Why can’t I see the base camp? Regretting that the ridge starts narrowing. That I have to step on the snow without the appropriate shoes. Feeling like the ground is fading beneath my feet. Abyss. "Do I really have to walk on that?"... The fear even greater due to fatigue?) is not acceptable, as my legs would shake... not here! Moving on...
Descending to the glacier, getting back my concentration, that had been leaving me due to the lack of oxygen: no tumbling here! crossing on the ice (is it slippery, or not?) climbing the glacier without looking down...
The sound of the drops from the melting glacier disturbing the silence of a truly remote place...
The final surprise of a rope hanging from an almost vertical rock wall... There’s nothing I can do! Strength comes out of nowhere, or maybe skill? I still don’t understand how...
The view of the base camp, finally, at the bottom of the valley... TREMENDOUS day!
Base camp, a secluded and incommunicated place. Playing cards at -10 °C... My fingers do not react. My words do not come out. Holding a hot cup of tea to revive my hands... Having to stop the card game.
Watching the phases of the Moon, calculating the days... they say that weather changes with the new moon... Crossing the fingers... Searching the sky for constellations masked behind an infinite amount of stars, with no success because the cold prevents me from stopping outside... Pity!
Paralyzing temperature of -8 °C inside the tent when going to sleep. How cold will it get outside during the night? -20 °C, -25 °C...?
Curling up in the sleeping bag. Waiting. Waking up in the middle of the night with an avalanche sound. Or with a headache. Listening to the sound of the snowflakes like projectiles on the tent. Otherwise, SILENCE.
Finding my belongings frozen in the morning... Everything that can freeze.
Count to three to dare to undress, refresh and get dressed again quickly.
Watching the porters, some of them wearing flip-flops up here, at 5000 m, as they prepare supplies and material for the higher camps. Nervousness in the alpinists, curiosity in the trekkers.
Exploring the surroundings of ice and rock, get a glimpse of some serac hanging up there, trying to see the Satopanth mountain with no success, trying to put this place on the map, to understand the colors of the glacier. It does not like like in the textbooks... Again, feeling insignificant.
Saying goodbye in a hurry (ow!) to six brave alpinists who stay here to try to ascend a 7076 m high peak. Two kilometers closer to the sky!
Returning to civilization after two long days of descent and another two on the road. Being able to tell it. Feeling strange when coming back to a shower, a bed, Internet... My hands, still burned from the frost, remind me it was not a dream.
We return, but nothing will be the same. No one of us will be the same.
Being awaken with a cup of tea, the "wake-up tea".
It is day time, but the sun will take several hours yet to rise above the incredibly high mountains.
Refreshing, or trying to, in a chilly cold river. Walking along the Ganga river in a sacred place, passing pilgrims wearing saffron robes. "Namaste!". Being witnesses of the change of vegetation, from the jungle to the pine woods, until finally a desert. Avoiding the rocks thrown to the path by the mouflons.
Drinking constantly to avoid altitude sickness... "more masala tea, please!". Taking strategic strolls to acclimatize. Eating vegetarian food cooked with water from the Ganga river. It’s surprisingly varied and abundant!
Walking in silence, concentrated to avoid slipping, looking up to discover new summits of disturbingly vertical walls and uncalculable height after every curve, listening the trekking mates as they sing, sometimes in Spanish, sometimes in English, even in French and Hindi...
Enjoying all this with fantastic people! Carlos, Javi, Jose, Juan, Lina, Lorene, Nicolas, To帽i. Team spirit, laughter, friendly atmosphere, a common goal, mutual understanding, altruistic help. All for one and one for all. The privilege of listening to stories of summitting and descending Everest first hand... The great service of the guides... Joining an expedition during the approach to the base camp!
Encountering a glacier for the first time. Feeling tiny. It’s a sacred place, totally worth it!
Further above it is all solitude: a large slope of inhospitable piled rocks constitutes the frontier with the last remnants of the civilized world. We have to climb it, looking for the cairns that mark the correct path. A porter smiles, mumbles something in Hindi and offers me his hand in some complicated pass...
Nandanvan Valley. Peace. The silhouette of Mount Shivling stabbing the sky... Are there any words...? It’s a serene, chilly, solitary, immaculate place, surrounded by several 7000 m high peaks, but with no water in the lake. Acclimatization day that had to be skipped. Pity.
Walking uphill alone along a ridge for several kilometers. Feeling of isolation, almost helplessness 4500 meters... the air is thin... s-l-o-w-l-y progressing, the body asks to keep calm... however, feeling breathless... surreal, otherworldly sensations... Enjoying a unique moment in an even more unique environment!
Starting to feel tired (physically, mentally...?), but stopping is not a choice, as the night is threatening... Where does this ridge end? Why can’t I see the base camp? Regretting that the ridge starts narrowing. That I have to step on the snow without the appropriate shoes. Feeling like the ground is fading beneath my feet. Abyss. "Do I really have to walk on that?"... The fear even greater due to fatigue?) is not acceptable, as my legs would shake... not here! Moving on...
Descending to the glacier, getting back my concentration, that had been leaving me due to the lack of oxygen: no tumbling here! crossing on the ice (is it slippery, or not?) climbing the glacier without looking down...
The sound of the drops from the melting glacier disturbing the silence of a truly remote place...
The final surprise of a rope hanging from an almost vertical rock wall... There’s nothing I can do! Strength comes out of nowhere, or maybe skill? I still don’t understand how...
The view of the base camp, finally, at the bottom of the valley... TREMENDOUS day!
Base camp, a secluded and incommunicated place. Playing cards at -10 °C... My fingers do not react. My words do not come out. Holding a hot cup of tea to revive my hands... Having to stop the card game.
Watching the phases of the Moon, calculating the days... they say that weather changes with the new moon... Crossing the fingers... Searching the sky for constellations masked behind an infinite amount of stars, with no success because the cold prevents me from stopping outside... Pity!
Paralyzing temperature of -8 °C inside the tent when going to sleep. How cold will it get outside during the night? -20 °C, -25 °C...?
Curling up in the sleeping bag. Waiting. Waking up in the middle of the night with an avalanche sound. Or with a headache. Listening to the sound of the snowflakes like projectiles on the tent. Otherwise, SILENCE.
Finding my belongings frozen in the morning... Everything that can freeze.
Count to three to dare to undress, refresh and get dressed again quickly.
Watching the porters, some of them wearing flip-flops up here, at 5000 m, as they prepare supplies and material for the higher camps. Nervousness in the alpinists, curiosity in the trekkers.
Exploring the surroundings of ice and rock, get a glimpse of some serac hanging up there, trying to see the Satopanth mountain with no success, trying to put this place on the map, to understand the colors of the glacier. It does not like like in the textbooks... Again, feeling insignificant.
Saying goodbye in a hurry (ow!) to six brave alpinists who stay here to try to ascend a 7076 m high peak. Two kilometers closer to the sky!
Returning to civilization after two long days of descent and another two on the road. Being able to tell it. Feeling strange when coming back to a shower, a bed, Internet... My hands, still burned from the frost, remind me it was not a dream.
We return, but nothing will be the same. No one of us will be the same.
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