Spitsbergen

I once spent 10 days on a large mail ship. The RMS – St. Helena, that is. In 6 days we sailed to Tristan da Cunha, the most remote inhabited place on earth. After half a day of soil under my feet we left for St. Helena. Again sea surrounded me for four days. As far as I could see I saw waves, endlessly. A view that only changed by the height of waves. First impressive, after a while a bit boring.

Yet I got back on a boat at Spitsbergen. Again a very special one. This time on the Rembrandt van Rijn, a four-master, a Dutchman. Of course it is extra fun to brave the waves of the Barendtssea with the Rembrandt van Rijn. Again I found out I’m not a sea person. Nausely and without food I soon lay in my cabin. But also this time a travel tablet was my salvation.

For 8 days we sailed along the coast of Spitsbergen to visit the northernmost settlement of the world >> Ny Alesund. Along the way we saw many pointed mountains (thus the name Spitsbergen), impressive vistas, a delightful midnight sun and a wish that was fulfilled. Namely seeing (and smelling) walruses.