"I think I'm going back..."
Home three days and after three nights of troubled dreams it's time to make sense of what happened on the high seas between the Orkneys and Svalbard.
Loads of positives. The voyage was smooth, the ship, accommodation, and crew top class. I was lucky to have as my dinner guests four pleasant companions. Paul from Zurich, who is married to a Greek he met in London in 1972. Paul travels everywhere. After this trip I don't think he's bothering to go home before he's up the Northwest Passage. There's Jeff from Minnesota - lovely man with a very dry sense of humour and a love of cats. Like Paul he's an inveterate traveller - off to South America next. Ron, the professor of electrical engineering, who explained why we had intermittent internet, but couldn't fix it. His wife was discovering Norway on her own as she had caught Covid so wasn't allowed on the ship. Finally Rob a civil servant who works for the Department of Transport on rail infrastructure. He lives just outside Lancaster, having moved from Westminster, and commutes 2 days a week into the Big Smoke.
There were stunning views, day after day. The Faroes were a delight with its cliffs full of birds, Jan Mayer was slightly disappointing as the volcano was shrouded in cloud while we were there, and we only saw its full magnificence as we were sailing away. The voyage around Svalbard was fine, but after so many days of basalt, snow and ice it palls.
Seeing the kayakers made me wonder whether I should have joined them - they got to places even the Zodiacs couldn't reach. I then remembered kayaking in Antartica in 2018 and how hard going I found it. Also watching them clamouring into their wet suits made me think I'd be completely drained even before getting into the kayaks.
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