Svalbard diary: Hello darkness my old friend!
Flying into the Arctic in January is both a wonderful and terrifying experience. I’m literally flying into darkness, a night that lasts for four months. Looking out the window from my seat on the twenty first row, I see no familiar horizon ahead, only a dusty blue hue going from light to dark. No clear line between the sky and earth. This is the polar night . It’s like looking at an abstract aquarelle painting without wearing your glasses, when you need to be wearing glasses. There is literally nothing to focus on. It’s a very strange feeling, a mix between fear and curiosity. I step outside a red nosed air plane, and in one single gust the polar winds blow straight through my body, chilling me down to my ovaries. I can feel my cheeks blushing bright and turn rosy red, like I’ve been slapped in the face with a frozen mitten. My nostrils clamp shut simultaneously in shock. It’s -14 degrees Celsius. Welcome to Svalbard , the gateway to the North Pole. I meet up with my friends S