Dogsledding in Bjorkliden: Video

When all the dogs were tied in place and we’d been settled into our positions on the sled I braced myself for the leaping take-off. I was ready to go flying across the snow, to speed across the lake like a goddess on the rampage.
Bump. Trottrotrottrot. My roller coaster was a kiddie ride? My speed demon a bicycle? Right ok, this is good too.
I leaned back and took in the scenery. The lake stretched out for miles. With the sun flaring across the ice it looked like another world. Maybe like Enceladus, one of Saturn’s moons… Except conveniently habitable. Continue reading “Dogsledding in Bjorkliden: Video”

Björkliden: Ice Cave Tour!

We went ice climbing with a tour guide who didn’t seem terribly interested – until he got on the snowmobile and peeled off into the night lol. The ride up to the mountain to the cave was a rambunctious, thrilling ride with ice flecks tearing at our faces and fearful laughter tumbling into the valley (without us thankfully). Once we wobbled out of the sled, wrestled our way across the deep snow, clamoured, crawled and slid our way deep into the cave we were so comfortable we started doing interior planning. From propping what looked like human bones up in the corner to adding a nice vase of flowers we were going to make the cave fabuloouuuuusss!
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Eating and Dancing in Cambridge’s Streets

Boom! Rattatate, rattattate, rattattate! Boom. Boom. Boom! Rattatate, rattattate, rattatate.

I found my head nodding in time to the energetic beat as it reverberated against the houses. Nabbing my boyfriend, J’s, hand as we crested a bridge I set us on course for the source of the sound. We dodged and gently nudged our way through the wall of people listening to the music.

Mill Road had gone from channeling a stream of cars to bursting with a river of strolling revelers. It was the Nile in flooding season. The local shops and international stores joyfully slurped up passing folk—their wares sparkling under the attention. Other islands of sound and bobbing bodies stood against the flow of curious incoming visitors. You never knew what you were going to float past next!

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