August 4th 2013

To the Northern Sea Route!

Our Arctic adventures continue at www.northernsearoute.blogspot.com

July 31st 2013

Cape Zelaniya

76° 56,928' N, 68° 34,299' E

This day restored my faith in the future of Russian Arctic and in the

Novaya Zemlya National Park in particular. Today in Cape Zelaniya, we

visited an old polar base founded back in the 1930's and closed down in

the 1990's just as the rest of the polar stations. But the difference here

was that, unlike the bases we had visited in Franz Joseph Land, this was

exactly what I had imagined and hoped a so-called polar station to be,

people actively cleaning the surroundings, scientists of different fields

studying the environment, and the team working and living together almost

like a family.

We came to Cape Zelaniya to collect our paper charts which were never

delivered to Franz Joseph Land. But, surprise, surprise, the charts were

not here either. After a few satellite phone calls we found out that the

ship, Ivan Petrov, from Archangel which was supposed to bring them had

been to the polar station about two weeks ago but had not left our charts

here because their orders were to hand them over to us. And since we had

not been here at the time of their short visit, they had taken the charts

with them. Where our charts are now, no one seems to know. I'm sure you

can image what we think about all this!

Despite our disappointment because of the undelivered charts, we spent a

wonderful day exploring the station and its surroundings and in the

evening, after the crews had been to the sauna/banja, we were entertained

by its staff. The atmosphere was so warm and inviting that it almost made

me forget the depressing state of the polar stations we had seen in Franz

Joseph Land. Irina, Tamara, Ivan, Michael, Igor, Igor and last but not

least, Alex, our guide and interpreter – Spasiba!

Tomorrow, we'll weigh anchor and continue south towards Dikson and finally

to the Northern Sea Route aka the North East Passage. Leaving Novaya

Zemlya behind marks the end of both our Russian Arctic Sightseeing Tour

and this blog.

July 30th 2013

Finding Fuel

76° 13,535' N, 62° 41,588' E

On the 27th, when Lady Dana had arrived, we joined forces and went to look

for fuel in our home bay, but without luck. The next day, our intention

was to walk over the hill to the next bay which is also part of the

deserted polar station but because of the polar bear alert, we decided to

motor there instead. This would be our last chance to find fuel which is

more precious than gold in the Arctic.

We checked every barrel and tank on the beach but in vain, they were all

either empty, filled with dirty oil or full of water. Next, we climbed up

the hill where there used to be a radar station, and there behind some

storage buildings were six huge tanks partly buried in gravel, all empty

except for the last one that had at least fifty tons of fuel, clean and

pure as gold!

Both vessels motored there the following morning and anchored in the bay

at the back of the station which was closest to the fuel tank. And then

the work began. The tank was at least one hundred metres above sea level

on top of a steep slope. The slope was covered with loose gravel which

made climbing up extremely difficult but there was also a big patch of

snow which proved to be the best place to both climb up and to quickly

slide down, especially when a polar bear was seen on the site.

The equipment used for collecting fuel included about a hundred metres of

hose, also a hundred metres of rope, and 32 jerry cans. The fuel was

transferred from the tank through the hose into the jerry cans which where

then tied to one end of the rope and slid down onto the beach. There were

three men working at the edge of the slope filling the jerry cans, one man

was standing on the slope to shift the cans from the gravel onto the snow,

and two men on the beach to receive the cans and take them to the boats by

dinghy.

It was hard work but well worth our while. At the end of the day, Lady

Dana had filled their tanks with about 800 litres and Sarema with 1000

litres of fuel - every drop free of charge!

July 28th 2013

Latte the Polar Bear Watch Dog

The following morning we went ashore to explore the station and its surroundings.

It was an exact copy of the stations we had visited in Franz Joseph Land:

buildings in ruins, rusty vehicles, all types of building materials

rotting away, furniture, tools, dishes, shoes, mouldy clothes, film reels

etc. thrown all over the place as if in a rage.

The minuscule flora that grew amongst all this scrap was a wonderful

contrast to the otherwise depressing sight. I walked around taking photos

while Pekka wandered from one building into another collecting all kinds

of interesting things that we later tried to identify.

At some point I realized that Pekka was nowhere to be seen or heard. I

also realized that I didn't have anything to protect myself in case a

polar bear would come into sight. Pekka had both a flare gun and some flares

with him whereas I only had my camera to shoot with. 'Pekkaaa, where are

you!' I hollered, and after a while I saw him come out of a building at

the far end of the village. We now divided our anti-polar bear weapons and

with a flare in my pocket I happily continued taking photos. The following

night, a big polar bear was seen walking on the beach!

Lady Dana, the Polish boat that intends to sail both the Northern Sea Route

and the Northwest Passage this summer, had arrived in the same anchorage

and, in the morning of the 27th, we left together for a nearby bay, also

part of the polar station, in search of fuel which we had not managed to

find in our 'own' village. 

We returned in the afternoon (after a successful trip of which I will tell you later) 
and I was preparing dinner when I heard Latte barking. I went up to see what was 
happening as there shouldn't have been anything to bark at except for a polar bear, of

course. And there he was, a beautiful and deadly polar bear standing on

the waterfront staring at us and sniffing the air. When Latte started

barking even louder, the bear looked startled and backed off to the nearby

buildings. There he first rose to his hind legs and then dashed

off behind the buildings.

In less than an hour, the bear was back on the beach. Latte was barking

again but this time the bear didn't seem to be scared. He came to the

waterfront staring at us, stayed there for a few seconds as if wondering

what to do next, and then again disappeared behind the buildings. Seeing

the bear so close I understood what an idiot I had been walking around on

the beach without even as much as a flare to protect myself.

For the rest of the evening, Latte and I, with my camera ready, were on

continuous polar bear watch but we never saw the bear again. As we had

decided to go and get fuel from the other part of the polar station, the

following morning we weighed anchor and moved to another bay, this time 
hopefully polar bear-free!

July 25th 2013

Novaya Zemlya, Russkaya Gavan' Gulf

76° 11,452' N, 62° 36,001' E

On the 23rd, we said farewell to Franz Joseph Land, its beautiful islands,

icy passages, smelly walruses, and evasive polar bears. In the afternoon,

we crossed the latitude of 80 degrees north and were back on the map

again.

Sailing totally without charts had been quite a tiring experience. The

paper charts mailed from Finland to St. Petersburg had not been delivered

to Franz Joseph Land as promised, and our electronic charts were totally

blank above 80 degrees. So we didn't know where we were, where we had come

from, or where we were going to and, especially for Pekka, this was

extremely frustrating. We have now promised ourselves that it was

absolutely the last time we would be so totally dependent on other people!

Franz Joseph Land disappeared in the mist as we continued our passage

towards the island of Novaya Zemlya. The mist eventually turned into a

thick fog that persisted for the following two days we spent at sea. When

we neared Novaya Zemlya, the skies finally cleared and we could see in

front of us rolling hills, bare, brown and desolate, except for the sad

remains of a polar station deserted back in the 90's. This was our

destination, a place where we would be staying for a while, to wait for the

ice situation on the Kara Sea to develop and to get fuel provided that we

can find barrels that have not yet rusted away.

July 23rd 2013

At Anchor

80° 32,042' N, 54° 16,902' E

The following morning, Pekka dinghied to Anne Margareta to take some

photos of their charts as our intention was to stay behind while the other

two boats would continue their journey. I had just undressed and was about to

wash my hair when I heard a BANG from outside: the ice had found us once

again. I really don't know what is wrong with our good boat Sarema but she

acts like a magnet drawing ice towards her whenever we are at anchor. So I

quickly dressed up again, thankful that I hadn't had time to shampoo my

hair yet, and hurried outside with a long pole to push the ice away.

While Pekka was still onboard Anne Margareta, the wind changed its

direction and started blowing straight into our bay pushing more and more

ice towards us. Thus, the only option left for us was to leave with the

other boats and continue about 70 miles further south-west where there was

supposed to be a safe anchorage.

Early next morning, we arrived in a huge bay which had a gigantic glacier

on one side and a magnificent bird cliff at its mouth. The problem here

was that the end of the bay was full of drift ice and growlers that

prevented us from anchoring. However, we found a decent anchorage near the

bird cliff and spent the night there. Next morning, Anne Margareta and

Lady Dana weighed their anchors and left but this time, we stayed behind.

Sailing in company had been an interesting experience but not quite our

thing. Although, I must stress that there was nothing wrong with the

company, on the contrary!

Now we are finally on our own and more than happy to be so. With the help of

the copied charts, we will be able to negotiate our way through the rest

of the archipelago and continue to our next destination, the island of

Novaya Zemlya.

July 20th 2013

Northbound

From the Polar Station, it took us almost 24 hours before we reached our

next stop. We first motored through narrow sounds where occasionally floe and

drift ice made our passage difficult, and then continued along wider passages

where we could admire magnificent glaciers glowing white and turquoise in

the light of the midnight sun, forever present!

When we finally arrived in our destination, there were two polar bears on

the ice covering the end of the bay. Of course, this was exciting but

photographing-wise it was a real waste of digital space: they were much

too far away to be seen properly even through the binoculars.

Next morning we left for the north. Our intention was to sail to the

northernmost anchorage in Franz Joseph Land and also visit Cape Flora, the

place where Nansen had wintered in 1896. However, we never made it because

of the weather forecast. 
 

There was a low pressure area approaching from the South-West with 20 to 30 knot 
winds which quite probably would push ice into our passage. So when we had 
reached 81° 33,847' N, 58° 23,815' E, we did a U-turn and headed back to the 
Polar Bear Bay which we thought would be safe in these weather conditions.