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Spitsbergen

The first solo polar expedition, covering the distance of about 350 km

Spitsbergen
Spitsbergen
Spitsbergen
Spitsbergen
Spitsbergen
Spitsbergen
Spitsbergen
Spitsbergen
Spitsbergen

The first solo polar expedition, covering the distance of about 350 km

This expedition began from… human kindness.


From there they would not let me go any further. During a fight with militia, Inturist and God knows who else, the plane to Tromso took off. Luckily, I met some Norwegians in the bar who took me to their bus. Problems again on the Finish border… I had no permit but the Norwegians put their word for me so my visa was eventually stamped in! When I said that I would be travelling all night by hitchhiking in order to catch the plane to Spitsbergen in Tromso, somebody went round the bus with a hat, collected the money for SAS plane ticket and the driver booked the flight via radiotelephone… It is so good to experience kindness. Oh yes. Our sister lost. Kindness.


Afterwards, everything depended solely on me. On the equipment I took. On the physical work out. On my theoretical training. Life is too short to learn by mistakes. Good theory is the best practice. Failures are most often caused by a wrong assessment of possibilities.

When I was on Spitsbergen I thought that I would never want to come back to Africa or South America because the colours there were very noisy for me. There was only white and blue out there. I could fit everything I needed into these two colours.

I covered the distance of 350 km pulling the pulk sleds (small plastic transport sleds) with the load of 30 kg. I gained my first experience on the snow. I have never slept in a tent on the snow. I had wooden skis and leather boots. It turned out that my Russian primus, did not work in frost. The burner did not work even once during a three days trek. I was dehydrated very much. When I reached the Russian polar base they were finishing lunch. I wasn’t hungry but I drank fifteen pear preservatives.

I met Wojciech Moskal at Polish Arctic Station on Spitsbergen. It was there where we came upon the idea of the expedition to Greenland, transverse crossing the island, on skis…