- Mom, he says. - Now I'm really looking forward to it. I wish we could live there forever. Do you promise to wake me up before we land? I also have to see what it looks like from the sky. Then he falls asleep. In my lap. On their way to their third visit to Svalbard.
This is the story of when Ida, Ingeborg, Anette, Barbro, Guro and Monings traveled on a three-day dog trip on Svalbard. About when the world took a break. About laughter, cold temperatures (-35 chillfactor to be exact), silence, frost in the mustache, dogpoop and northern lights.
Days were going so fast and now it is already almost 2 years and I m happy and proud to be part of company like Green Dog. For us it is not job, it is lifestyle and pure passion to create experience which will stay with our customers for lifetime.
It is late September and in the Advent Valley outside Longyearbyen autumn and winter meets. The tundra is deep red, the mountains have a new layer of powder on top. The seasons at Svalbard live their own lives. It's winter, followed by another winter, a moment of summer and then autumn. That is how the days, weeks and months at 78 degrees north are dancing away and if you like this dance, it is difficult to stop. Hard to leave the Arctic.