I wake after 9 hours of blissful slumber and without sweating. Woohoo! We didn’t camp out last night as we’d left it too late to set up the tent – it’s too easy to get to midnight here without realising it and then you have to force yourself to go to bed.
At breakfast we find out that our runway, built after the previous one developed a crack, has now developed one of its own. It turns out that at 5am there was a loud bang which woke a number of people as the ice deformed and created a gaping hole in the runway. Oh dear…
… this in itself was a slight worry as I had heard that people had been stranded here last week (like the woman I mentioned on day 2). But not to worry, the Russians are a resourceful lot and they set about finding a new runway site. After searching around in a helicopter, a suitable location is found 5km away and development begins. All is well… or so we think…
… until later on when we find out that the tractor they use to build the new runway has sunk into the ice and is on a 4000m journey to the bottom of the ocean! [don’t worry, the driver got off safely]. So, what next? Well your guess is about as good as mine but fingers crossed will not have to make it back to Blighty on top of a drifting ice sheet ;-).
While all these shenanigans were going on, we were busy getting stuck into some proper scientific work. We spent 3 hours out in the field taking measurements of snow and ice depth. This involved a combination of drilling holes into the ice and using some fancy scientific gadgetry which sends electromagnetic pulses through the ice – I think ‘electromagnetic’ may win me the competition for longest word in the blogs!
The ice thickness we measured ranged from 3m down to just 50cm and after taking the latter measurement, I tip-toed my way onto what I knew to be thicker ground!
Although we were out in the field for 3 hours, it was weird as I only got cold on the way back to the camp and by the time I had got back my cheek was pretty numb. This afternoon, Julian’s nose started to go white without him realising it and Marc was quick to point out that in an environment like this we have to check on each other regularly for visual signs of coldness.
It was in the afternoon that we went out into the field to interview an American scientist. He showed us various pieces of scientific equipment that were being left on the ice in order to measure different bits of their surroundings – the air temperature, pressure, snowfall, the ice pack and the ocean all the way down to 750 metres. All these probes had been placed within metres of each other in order to make sure that they collected their different bits of data from the same geographical location. Mother Nature had different ideas though as the same crack that had closed the runway carried on going and ran right through their collections of probes! Unbelievable, what was the chance of that?
We’re making the most of this evening by uploading our pictures and videos and doing various bits of editing. I have some amazing photos and think a slideshow will be in order for friends and family when I get back to the U.K. Mwah-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Anyway, once more I find myself coming to the end of a blog and going slightly mad so I’ll leave it there.
Much love and respect
Neil