Lappland Adventure by Lyn Hazell We began our journey flying to Tokyo, Japan for an overnight stop before flying onto Helsinki, Norway. Another overnight stop then on to Oslo then further on to, in a much smaller plane to Kirkenes in Northern Norway, a lovely hotel by the fjord which was still frozen. We were surrounded by snow white hills and wooden houses. It is a remote village which was severely bombed during WW2, hence there were no old buildings. But we did discover a derelict bomb shelter on the edge of the water. We wandered around the village. It was Easter so many people had gone away for the holidays. The lovely new school was brightly painted with lots of playground equipment scattered throughout the playground. The only shop was closed and the churches also. There were some monuments to the local heroes in the centre of crossroads. Further down the shoreline was a dock for the tourist and supply ships t0 dock. A beautiful sunrise began the next morning with snow white hills turning a soft delicate pink and the glassy lake turned a soft silvery blue with plates of fine ice floating, motionless. A light dusting of snow overnight and boat lights winked and disappeared as the sun began to rise. As we wandered the town we saw a sled with a chair perched on the skis. As we were puzzling about how to use this contraption a man popped his head out of a window and cried out “Have a go”. He then appeared and demonstrated just how to go shopping with your hands on the handles a child or shopping on the seat and pushing the sled along. Going downhill was more interesting as you put your feed on the rungs you slid quite fast but then how to stop!! Skid your feet along!. Then we dressed for a crab fishing expedition. We rode a snowmobile out along the frozen fjord to where a hole had been cut in the ice and a net was lifted out full of huge king crabs that grow to two metres!! |They have blue blood due to the copper in their diet. The females are returned to the water and the legs are cut off the remaining male crabs ready to be cooked and the scraps are thrown back into the hole for the cod fish to eat. On returning to the ‘camp’ the legs were placed in huge pots with salt and boiled until cooked. While we waited we wandered around an old Sami village, they were the original people of the area who usually herd the reindeer.