Arctic Adventure Through Spitsbergen’s Glaciers

It all started in Brisbane. From the subtropics to the Arctic – five flights later, we were heading
deep into the polar north. Brisbane to Dubai, Dubai to Paris, Paris to Oslo, Oslo to Tromsø, then
finally to Longyearbyen, a tiny town clinging to the edge of civilization in Svalbard. Just reaching
the starting line of this adventure was a journey in itself, and the anticipation kept building with
each connection.
Once we boarded Le Boréal, everything shifted. The ship was sleek, quiet, and surprisingly
luxurious for an expedition vessel. It felt like a floating hotel – with better views. As we left
Longyearbyen and began sailing north, the scenery quickly turned from rugged to otherworldly.
Jagged peaks, vast glaciers, and ice-choked fjords stretched out in every direction. There was
barely a tree or blade of grass, just raw, untouched wilderness. The silence was deep and
powerful.

Each day brought a new landing or zodiac cruise – always something unexpected. One morning,
we drifted through fog into a bay filled with brash ice and spotted a polar bear ambling across a
distant ridge. Another day, we hiked through an old whaling station, now a ghost of a place
where the Arctic once paid the price for human ambition.
The real highlight came on June 19th. We reached the ice floes at 80° North – just 600 nautical
miles from the North Pole. Most people never even get close to that line. The sea turned solid
with shifting white plates of ice, stretching to the horizon. It was surreal. The crew marked the
moment with a celebration on deck. Champagne was poured, music played, and everyone
came out to toast the achievement. Wrapped in parkas and grinning like kids, we felt like
explorers.

Despite the remote setting, life aboard Le Boréal was anything but rough. Gourmet meals, good
wine, and even a spa made the ship a cozy contrast to the stark, icy landscapes outside. The
expedition team was top-notch – biologists, glaciologists, and Arctic veterans—always ready to
share what they knew and help us make sense of what we were seeing.

Wildlife was everywhere if you looked hard enough. Arctic foxes darted across snowy plains,
reindeer grazed close to shore, walruses lounged on ice sheets, and seabirds filled the sky.
Every day felt like a new chapter in some half-mythical book about the ends of the Earth.

By the time we looped back to Longyearbyen, there was a shared understanding among the
passengers: this wasn’t just a trip. It was something more – something rare. A week on the edge
of the world, surrounded by ice, silence, and the sense that we’d brushed up against something
ancient and immense.
From Brisbane to 80° North. Not many can say they’ve done that.