Chapter 79 Finnish Arctic footprint

one Driving into the Arctic Circle is the last difficult part of the European trip.Eight hundred and fifty kilometers from Helsinki to Rovaniemi, all covered in ice and snow.We let the ladies and their frail companions go on the plane, and the drivers are all strong men of all colors. Mr. Liu Changle, the president of Phoenix Satellite TV, who came from Hong Kong, must personally drive the car I was in to express his condolences.He has not had a good rest for several days in a row. I was afraid that he would be sleepy, so I forced him to tell all kinds of news that we missed during our five-month trip.After listening to the news, listen to him sing again.

The snow was getting bigger and bigger, and it was rushing towards the driver's window from the depths of the night sky. The convoy seemed to be involved in a vortex where the sky was leaking and the clouds were broken, and it was impossible to move normally. Everyone was extremely sleepy, so they got out of the car and jumped in the snow from time to time as a rest, and then set off again.After more than ten hours, I finally couldn't stand it anymore, so I had to park the car aside and take a nap collectively. In an instant, all the car windows were covered with heavy snow.Thousands of miles of silver and white, only a few dark red tail lights flicker here.The new wind howled, snoring bursts, suddenly woke up, woke up in a snowdrift that did not exist at all, opened the door and looked around, but couldn't find the stars and moonlight, but knew that the North Pole was near.

two The aborigines of Arctic Village are the nomadic Sami people. The residence is a shack with a pointed roof, a few dogs are guarding the door, and a bonfire is burning in the middle.A big hole was left at the top of the shack to let the white smoke float out from there, but the white snow also poured in from there, and two kinds of whites competed above people's heads. Fortunately, the master had cut a lot of firewood yesterday, and we helped chop it up to create momentum for Baiyan.The owner's daughter frowned slightly. She was worried that the firewood would be consumed too much at the moment, and the fire would be extinguished in the middle of the night, making it difficult to live in the shed.

The stumps of different heights are tables and stools, and some places are covered with deerskin, which is the treatment of the elders. The sky outside the shack was already dark, and an ethereal white light glowed in the vast expanse of snow.To welcome us, the host lit candles in the front and back of the shack, and there were pointed cone-shaped hemp paper lampshades guarding the windward places.The warm yellow candlelight hovers close to the snow. This scene is too exquisite and clear like a fairy tale. After staring at it for a moment, you forget everything around you. You only know that this is a crystal clear road, and you can walk along it to the distance.

three We stopped before a dog sledding in Arctic Village.This sled has already been harnessed by eight dogs. These dogs have not exerted any strength today, and all of them are full of energy, jumping and jumping, eager to break the noose tied to the tree stump. The owner in the long fur hat saw our desire to ride the sleigh and said wait, you can't sit now.As he spoke, he stood alone on the sled and untied the noose. In an instant, all the dogs barked and ran wildly, only to see the snow and fog rising like a cloud flying away. After a while, the snow and fog came back, and just as they were about to take a closer look, they passed by before their eyes.After turning around like this for a few times, the dogs let go of their initial madness and entered a normal running state. The owner stretched out a long stick with spikes from the sled and plunged it into the snow, and his hands were like pincers. The long stick held and the sled stopped.Then he smiled at us and said, please come up now.

Sitting on the sled, I thought, these Sami people understand that humans can only control nature calmly by avoiding its sharpness and letting go of its murderous aura, so they have lived in such a harsh North Pole from generation to generation. Four On Christmas Eve in the Arctic Circle, it was too cold to stay outside, but we found a Chinese restaurant. Chinese restaurants are everywhere. The proprietress with a Hubei accent did not expect compatriots from far away to knock on the door in such a place and at such a night, and hurriedly lit a fire to cook, busy before and after.We said, anyway, if we don’t drive tomorrow, how can we be without alcohol in such a cold arctic night and a good night during the festive season?

The partners are young and uninhibited, fearless, and logically they are the most incomparable wines with such characters.But the strange thing is that I drank the most, and just felt a little hot, and they were all drunk, laughing or singing, snoring or crying, or writhing or falling down. I was surprised at first and then moved. I thought to myself that this is really a group of good young people. They never indulge in drinking, but they are really exhausted in the past few months, so they can't stand drinking. Over the years, I have encountered many unreasonable young people who were pessimistic about the future of Chinese culture, but looking at this group in front of me, I found a reason to be optimistic.

Some people are destroying impassionedly, some people are pursuing bit by bit; some people are plausibly stealing, some people are struggling hard;