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Whenever I get an invitation to visit a cold place I am generally not too excited. I was born in the foothills of the Himalayas (Himachal Pradesh) therefore snow, mountains, and high altitudes generate feelings of home not wanderlust. But an invitation to visit the Arctic is different. I have never crossed the 66 degree latitude for one and the opportunity to relive your childhood storybook fantasies of reindeers-rides and huskies sledges is too hard to resist.
And so I head to Lapland, a province of Finland that falls entirely in the Arctic region. Visiting Lapland when it is still snowbound is an overwhelming high. Accustomed so far to see snow only in the high mountain passes and peaks, it is interesting to see flat snowfields for miles around. I am not sure if Santa Claus excites me, though I am standing in a queue with excited children for almost an hour waiting for one of Santa’s elves to show me in. The `official’ Santa Clause is remarkably the same rotund chubby- cheeked man from my childhood story books. He greets me a predictable namastay and asks my colleagues if they have been good girls in a manner he would ask any naughty school girls who line up for hours to meet him. I am happy to get a picture with him to reinforce the Santa Clause legend in my nieces and nephews.
Reindeer sledge ride. From the sledge all you can see is the narrow hump of the Reindeer and his flat hoofs. But the reindeers thankfully knows where they are going.
The husky sledge ride is the high-point of my travel to the Arctic. Husky along with the reindeer sledge rides, I think denote the archetypal arctic adventure. These ferocious looking dogs, who have a wolf ancestry are surprisingly very benign to humans.
Every home here has a sauna. The sauna experience is new to me and I learn the hard way that it’s a bad idea to go in a sauna in your underwear if you are sharing it with the Finns. Its perfectly normal go in the nude otherwise you stick out like a sore thumb with your jockey.
Coming to Lapland and not witnessing the spectacle of the Northern Lights is like coming to India and not seeing the Taj Mahal. Northern Lights is indeed a rare phenomenon for any photographer to capture and I am not so lucky. The cloudy weather does not let up but Jari our guide takes us to a Northern Light centre where a genial lady gives us a presentation on Northern lights on a projector.
They have the screen on the ceiling and I lie looking up at the swishing and the swirling of the array of lights . Lying there I dream of clear skies and lights and suddenly it dawns on me that a photograph of Northern Lights has been my screensaver on my Mac at home all along.
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wow!!it was great experience to be there,its gud to know their lifestyle from indian photographer.I always see this kind of info.on t.v. only from Foreigner host.
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Arctic, WOW!
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