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Rediscovering the Arctic

I recently returned to the Arctic for the first time in four years. It was a cathartic moment: feeling the cold chill on my face and the fresh smell of ice burn my nostrils. All so very familiar, except this time I was travelling as a tourist, not going home. Northern Finland had been my home for 13 years, so the cold, ice and snow have been tattooed into my memory. A pleasant memory. I was in fact very much looking forward to getting aboard the Sea Spirit and sailing North. Far far north.

My voyage departed from Reykjavik, Iceland. It’s a small, very modern city which had everything I needed for a great stay. A stone’s throw from the city, you’ll find geysers erupting and natural world wonders colliding; they don’t call it the land of fire and ice for nothing.

My route north, onboard the Sea Spirit, would take me via the very little visited Island of Jan Mayen and then onto the polar bears and glaciers of Svalbard. Sailing west out of Reykjavik and following the Icelandic coast north along its fjords, I have no idea why, but I was surprised at the beauty. Perhaps I expected Svalbard to be the main event, perhaps numerous visits to Iceland previously meant that I felt I had seen all there was to see. After all, on previous journeys I had circled the entire island.

Sailing along Iceland was a joy – whale watching from the deck of the Sea Spirit, and cruising along the sides of lush green cliffs, where millions of birds were nesting. Quickly I recognised the natural wealth of Iceland and especially seeing it from the different angle which the vessel provided.

After several stops in Iceland we sailed two days north to a small island, a mere speck on the map, called Jan Mayen. I am absolutely delighted at any opportunity I get to touch land that few others ever have set foot on before, so I was very excited to visit Jan Mayen. Sailing towards the island reminded me of approaching the South Shetlands in Antarctica. It feels like it holds secrets; shrouded in moody low hanging grey clouds, I could almost believe dinosaurs live there, who would know if they did? Perhaps the 10 scientists who live on the island.

I managed a few hours paddling in a kayak, along the shoreline of Jan Mayen. Kayaking is one of the really great things to do in places like this. Talking about it makes the hairs on my arms prickle, it’s that exciting. Being dive bombed by puffins was fantastic and knowing that I was probably one of less than 50 people in 2016 to kayak at the island made me feel very lucky. As we sailed away from Jan Mayen, its ancient volcano peered tentatively from the cloud, blue sky pushed its way through the grey, and then the sun sparkled. Jan Mayen’s pointy peaked volcano showed itself to us. 

Arriving a day and a half later into Svalbard, we were met by dramatic mountains towering from what had moments earlier felt like an empty sea. The Sea Spirit positioned itself ready for our first landing, and polar bears were on the tip of everyone’s tongues….dare we wish to see one? With more polar bears than people on this chilly island, we could at least hope.

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Landings were a mix of historical sights, wildlife watching and glacier cruising. There were also a lot of hiking options available. Unlike in Antarctica where the penguins often get in the way of a good walk, Svalbard really lends itself to exploration on foot. Our expedition crew would hop off the vessel with their guns slung over their shoulders and head out far onto the horizon setting a safe perimeter for us to walk freely within. Safety was always a key factor:  polar bears are ever present.

I felt a real sense of history on many of my landings, seeing the old wooden cabins, whale bones and abandoned settlements. My expedition team had a story for each landing, always intriguing and enthralling with larger than life characters: wives that had gone crazy in the winter darkness, and husbands that had tried to mine in the ice. Some of the stories made me feel like I was home again, back in Finland in the forests, fishing, or chopping wood. I could imagine the lives of these people.

My voyage was 12 days long, and a real success. A pod of beluga whales swam past on one zodiac cruise, 100 or so of them. On another cruise, part of a glacier crashed into the sea creating huge waves and rainbows as the sun cut through the mist. A beach of whale bones and of course all of the history. But no polar bears…but does it matter, or is it an excuse to go back? The honest answer is, no one needs an excuse to go to Svalbard, because it’s amazing, and the people that live in Longyearbyen will remind you of that in the world’s most northern pub.

Svalbard reminded me of why I lived in the Scandinavian Arctic for so long. Taking off from the most northern airport in the world, I almost felt like some sort of recovering addict. Looking down at the disappearing snow below, and flying over the endless sea I had crossed just a week earlier, I thought out loud: I will be back there soon.

If you’d like John to help you book the Arctic adventure of a lifetime, get in touch. To see more photos of his Arctic trip, check out his album below.

John Newby

Swoop Polar Specialist

John first set foot from the UK, aged 20, on a flight to South Africa. He quickly realised he wanted to visit every country in the world. He found his way to Finland, where he became a fisherman and spent 13 years living under the northern lights, just south of the Arctic Circle. After leaving Finland, John forged a career in travel, before returning to his much-loved snowy roots and speciality: the polar regions.