Thirty Before Thirty

July - October 2023
A 90-day adventure by Rhiannon Read more
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  • Day 90

    Tromsø- the End of the Line

    October 8, 2023 in Norway ⋅ ☁️ 3 °C

    I catch the Havila Capella from Svolvær and am almost immediately greeted by a mug of warm Trollbrygg on deck (something that tastes somewhat like mulled wine and translates as ‘troll brew’). Snow starts coming in and for a brief while I brave the cold and stand out on deck in hopes of a glimpse of the northern lights. My luck seems to have run out on that front and so I call it a night.

    The next morning I join a lecture on board about the history of the Norwegian costal route and I even manage to swing getting my flag signed by the captain. I spend the rest of the voyage out on deck, freezing but happy as we pass by snow capped mountains and beautiful Nordic scenery. Eventually I spot the Arctic Cathedral of Tromsø and sadly it’s time to depart.

    Tromsø, my official finish line has come around all too soon. 30 before 30 achieved and time to start planning the next adventure.
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  • Day 85

    The Lofoten Isles

    October 3, 2023 in Norway ⋅ ☁️ 6 °C

    The Lofoten Isles are beautiful and steeped in Autumn colours when I arrive, however by the time I leave, winter has firmly set in. The red colour of the cabins was originally created to protect them from the elements, with iron ore mixed in with animal blood. I’ve no idea what’s used to keep them colourful today but it makes for some very pretty sights. I spend a day walking between fishing villages with rain, sun, gale force winds and snow alternating every 10-15 minutes. It might be an arctic storm at times but I’ve never been happier (mad dogs and Scots women go out in the midwinter storm? 😂). I also hit it lucky and get a few sightings of the aurora, some visible with the naked eye, some only with camera.

    From Hamnøy with its blue seas, red cabins and giant seagulls, it’s off to Svolvær again to hitch a lift up to Tromsø.
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  • Day 83

    Narvik- Northernmost station in Europe

    October 1, 2023 in Norway ⋅ 🌧 6 °C

    When I board the train in Luleå in the dark early morning, there’s only one other passenger aboard. The conductor comes through and checks tickets and seems surprised that I’m going ‘all the way to Norway’. My last train of the journey, I spend most of it hanging out a window, braving the freezing cold air and grinning from ear to ear. The autumn oranges and browns painting Scandinavian forests with the most beautiful colours.

    Most of this route takes me along the Iron Ore Line, a train route still used primarily to transport iron ore between two ports, one on the Baltic Sea, the other sat on the North Sea. As we pull into Kiruna, long lines of iron ore train cars litter the landscape.

    Almost 8 hours after departure we cross into Norway. We’re 68 degrees north of the equator, a fair way into the Arctic circle and a low fog sits just off the ground. The scenery looks like something you’d see on the moon.

    Shortly after, we reach Narvik, Norway, home to the northernmost train station in continental Europe. And by all rights, my 30th country of this time. But the journey isn’t quite over yet…
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  • Day 82

    What’s an hour between friends anyway?

    September 30, 2023 in Sweden ⋅ ☁️ 13 °C

    Getting away from Rovaniemi is a bit of an epic. First I head south by train to Kemi and from there I hop on a bus to the Finnish-Swedish border where I’ve got exactly 5 mins to transfer to a bus headed for Luleå.

    I reach the border at 11:35. The exact time my next bus leaves. Damn.. I’m on the Swedish side at least so that’s country 29 ticked off if nothing else. Just as I’m contemplating an adventure around the giant blue building that houses an IKEA opposite the bus station to fill up the 5 hours until the next bus, a voice besides me asks if I need help. It’s a bus driver waiting for her departure time. I explain I’m trying to get to Luleå and she tells me the bus leaves at 11:35 Swedish time. It takes me a moment to realise my ticket arrival time is in Finnish time which is two hours ahead of the UK. Sweden is only one. I’ve gained an hour and while I’ve got nothing better to do with it than hang around a bus station, I couldn’t be happier.

    I eventually reach Luleå. I’m here for just a night before I head towards the finish line in Norway on an early train tomorrow.
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  • Day 80

    A little bit of Christmas Magic ✨

    September 28, 2023 in Finland ⋅ ☁️ 14 °C

    I feel like a bit of a wally asking for a bus ticket to ‘the Arctic Circle’ but here, it’s a completely
    normal request. I’m in Rovaniemi, Finland; home of Santa Claus, Lordi (2006 Eurovision winners), and the northernmost McDonald’s on the planet.

    Last night I hopped from Tallinn to Helsinki by boat and then on to Rovaniemi on a sleeper train nicknamed ‘The Santa Claus Express’. It’s by far one of the best sleeper trains I’ve encountered and I have my own little toilet which thanks to some very smart design, transforms into a wee shower. As with most sleeper trains though, sleep is almost non-existent.

    When I hop off the train I’m greeted by an arctic chill to the air. It’s only 10 degrees and not particularly cold but after almost 3 months of temperatures of 20 and above, I’m delighted to be back to a ‘normal’ (Scottish) Warm temperature 😉 Autumn is in full swing here with the trees painted beautiful reds and oranges, known as Ruska in Finland.

    The Arctic Circle lies just 6km out from Rovaniemi city centre making it one of the only cities in the planet to technically lie on the Arctic Circle line. The crossing point also happens to lie in Santa Claus village where the big man himself hides out in the off season. I’m told in winter it’s Christmas central, today on a slightly grey autumn rain it’s got a strange vibe. I stick my head in the Roosevelt cottage, named after Eleanor Roosevelt. The cottage was one of the first built in the Arctic Circle using aid from the United Nations. At the end of World War Two, the retreating German army (mainly SS soldiers who had realised the war was lost) burnt Finnish and Norwegian towns to the ground. Rovaniemi had been hit hard by the war and then 90% was burnt to the ground. Rovaniemi therefore became one of the first places in post war Finland to receive aid from the UN and so when UN ambassador Eleanor Roosevelt wanted to cross the Arctic Circle, there was one obvious place for it… Rovaniemi. And so in just two weeks, the Roosevelt cottage was erected. From there Santa Claus bought his holiday home just across from the cottage and the Santa Claus Village began to grow around.

    After taking the obligatory Arctic Circle crossing selfie, I pop in for a quick visit with the man himself and to ask if I can borrow a reindeer for the journey home. Apparently they only fly in December- pity!
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  • Day 77

    Tallinn and Soviet Scars

    September 25, 2023 in Estonia ⋅ ☁️ 17 °C

    || Warning- Mature Subject Matter ||

    Tallinn, a city of fairytale buildings and medieval architecture… and not so long ago, the KGB. Wandering around, it’s easy to forget that just over 30 years ago, Estonia was part of the Soviet Union. Much like it’s neighbours in Latvia and Lithuania, Estonia suffered terribly under soviet rule. Ukrainian flags are everywhere in Tallin, a show of solidarity given that Estonia still very much remembers its time under Russian hands.

    I’m chatting with Christopher Robert, my guide for the afternoon who is barely 5 years older than me. We’re stood in front of the cinema, built very much in the grey concrete style that hallmarks the soviet era. He motions. ‘I was born just down there, in my grandpa’s house. It was a home birth so there was no record of me and so my mother put me in a suitcase and smuggled me to the United States of America. I only realised recently I was technically a refugee.’ It’s at this point that the recency of Soviet history hits me hard. It’s one thing to read about it in books and museums, it’s another entirely to speak to people who lived through it.

    Christopher Robert is dressed as though he’s about to go for a run in black running tights, shorts and a red windbreaker. He speaks a breakneck speed and I wonder if it’s something to do with the giant travel mug of coffee he’s carrying around. He’s a human rights student and he takes us around the city, pulling back the curtain on the history of occupation that the city easily hides nowadays in its marketing for stag dos and Christmas markets.

    We stop in front of a fancy apartment building. ‘Anyone want an apartment here?’ What is now a new fancy block of flats was the site of the KGB prison cells. Christopher Robert explains that when walking around Tallinn with his parents or grandparents, this street was avoided at all costs. The Soviets rounded up random and innocent people up on the streets of Tallinn and sent them to gulags in Siberia. He explains that people smuggled jewellery and goods by swallowing them, they had no other option otherwise they’d be seized by the state. He shows us a necklace around his neck, smuggled through the gulags by his family. He tells us about how his great grandmother was deported to a work camp in Siberia and how his grandfather was 15 when she died. His grandfather bravely escaped and walked back to Tallinn. It took him three whole years. On the other side of his family, his grandfather was a pilot. His plane was shot down and so he returned to his wife. The neighbours saw his uniform hanging on a washing line and reported it to the KGB. By the time they arrived, his grandfather was gone, off to the forest to join a resistance group called the Forest Brothers. Instead the KGB found his grandmother. She spent a week in solitary confinement in a space smaller than a broom cupboard, after that she was tortured to the point that she went blind. Although she survived KGB interrogation and was eventually released, she took her own life shortly after. These stories hammer home just how recent and how horrifying the soviet era was in the Baltics. It explains the profound support for Ukraine and the concern over Russian once again expanding its territory. But one thing that shines through again and again on my travels in this region is the spirit of resistance and rebellion in the face of intolerable cruelty. In the late 80s, the perfect storm of sociopolitical events led to growing dissent within the Baltics. On the 50th anniversary of the Pact between Nazi Germany and The Soviet Union which led to the Baltic nations, Romanian and Finland being divided between the two, people from Latvia, Lithuania and Estonia joined hands and sang. They created a human chain stretching from Vilnius to Tallinn. They sang songs of protest, songs of rebellion, songs in languages that had been overcome by Russian, national anthems that had long been put to rest by the Soviets. It stretched over 400 miles and estimates put the number of participants at anywhere between 1 million and 2 million. It was a peaceful protest that drew attention to the Baltic situation.

    Today, at the top of the street which once housed the KGB cells, lies the current Russian embassy. The barriers outside decked with Ukrainian flags and protest signs. It’s an ever present reminder that Estonia’s border with Russia remains a constant concern as does its cyber security. One of the first countries to ever experience a cyber attack, Estonia has cemented itself at the forefront of IT, tech and security. In 2022 it experienced over 4,500 cyber attacks, an increase from just 800 in 2020, most of which were carried out by pro-Kremlin hackers and activists.

    The spirit of resistance and perseverance in the Baltics and particularly Estonia amazes me but it’s hard not to feel affected by the stories. It might be history but it’s not so far removed from today. Estonia’s only been a country in its own right for slightly longer than I’ve been alive. Talking with Christopher Robert highlights the human cost and it’s a stark reminder that when discussing politics and history, be it soviet era or be it today’s current refugee crisis, that we need to ensure we don’t lose the human element or forget our humanity in the situation.
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  • Day 74

    The Backstreet Suitcase Repair Shop

    September 22, 2023 in Latvia ⋅ ☀️ 26 °C

    Riga’s a beautiful city known for its art nouveau architecture. Today however I’m tearing through it, following google maps to a shop that might just be able to fix my broken suitcase.

    After spending the morning pulling the case apart in every way I can (Swiss Army knife strikes again) and reassembling it, I realise I’ve got two options; find someone who can fix it, or buy a new one but that’ll be a hefty blow to my budget and one I’d rather avoid. Google tells me there’s somewhere that specialises in luggage repair- amazing.

    Google announces I’m there, and I find myself in front of a metal gate leading to an alley way. I about turn and check the other side of the street incase I’m in the wrong place. Nope. Examining the metal gate I spot a tiny sign with the shop name on the wall behind. I look at google again and realise the shop name has the entry code at the end. Through the metal gate, I follow the alley way until I spot a green residential looking door with the shop name and a picture of a suitcase. Either we’re in business or this is how they lure in their victims. I start to wonder if Luggage Repair Shops are even a thing… I press the buzzer and the door opens. I walk down the corridor and open the next door with a picture of luggage on it to find a tiny little room filled from floor to ceiling with cases and an old man with long hair sat behind a small desk in the middle. There’s barely enough room to walk in but I manage and the old guy shouts on ‘Nikki’. A younger, towering, rather fed up seeming guy with what I think is a Russian accent appears and asks what they can do. I explain and he tells me he’s not sure if they can fix it. I ask when they’ll know by and he asks when I need it for. I explain I leave by bus tomorrow. ‘Ok, we tell you tomorrow’…. Eh no, I leave early I need to know today so I can buy a new one if not.’ He huffs. ‘ehhh, okay, leave here. Maybe we can fix it maybe not.’

    As I make my way down the alleyway, a suitcase lighter, I realise there’s a very good chance I might never see it again… time will tell.

    In the meantime I head to the Museum of Occupation which tells the history of Latvia’s time in the hands of the Soviets and the Nazis. The people of the Baltic States suffered brutally under the Russian regime who subjugated, conscripted, and deported the Baltic peoples to work camps in Siberia. They ruled by fear with the KGB ensuring that no one stepped out of line otherwise they’d be tortured, killed or disappeared. The Russian occupation was so bad that when the Germans arrived they were welcomed with open arms only for the Baltic nations to find themselves thrust into Nazi rule. The Nazis blamed the actions of the Russians and the KGB on the Jewish people and then continued to subjugate, conscript and deport people, this time to concentration camps rather than work camps. When the Russians came back, people thought they’d be liberated from the Nazis however it was Russian rule 2.0 under the Soviet Union and this time with even harsher and more sinister methods as the Soviets viewed the Baltics as having favoured and collaborated with the Nazis.

    The museum is an excellent insight into an extremely harrowing subject and gives you an idea of what the Baltics went through under occupation which only came to an end in the early 90s. There’s even an attempt to make the exhibit more interactive to keep kids occupied as they follow the story of Mikka, a rather sad looking teddy. However given the fact that the words ‘don’t cry, Mikka will be okay’ feature at one point, I’m not entirely sure it’s quite the right subject matter for a kid’s adaptation…

    At 4pm sharp I get a phone call. A Russian accent on the other end. ‘Suitcase is fixed’. And we’re in business.

    The next morning there’s a festival in the town square to celebrate harvest and the Autumn equinox. After a potter around the market, I roll my suitcase down to the station. Nikki managed to bust it open and remove the sticky pin that had blocked it so it’s now a pin short but working. It’s only then that it dawns on me that I’ve actually paid to have my suitcase ‘professionally broken’. Oh well… as long as it makes it through another 4 countries, I can worry about it later 🙈
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  • Day 73

    Latvia and the Hill of Crosses

    September 21, 2023 in Lithuania ⋅ ☀️ 24 °C

    When I arrive in Latvia, I quickly realise the pull handle on my case is well and truly stuck. What should be a 15 minute walk to my hostel turns into 45 mins as I take breaks from trying to deadlift all my luggage. When I finally get there, the first thing I do when I reach my hostel is catch a lift going back towards Lithuania.

    Just across the Latvian-Lithuanian border lies the hill of crosses. The origins of the site are murky, some claim it was created to commemorate rebels lost during the Soviet and Nazi occupations in Lithuania, others claim it was a site of a miracle where a man prayed to ask for his sick daughter to recover and she did. Either way, what lies there today is thousands and thousands of crosses. Some there to commemorate people shipped off to the Gulags, never to be seen again, others to commemorate those lost in battle against occupying forces.

    During the soviet era, this site became a symbol of rebellion, although the reasons for the hill and the origins remain murky, one thing is for sure- the Soviets hated this place. They bulldozed the site three times and each time it came back bigger. At the fall of the Soviet Union there were even rumours that they planned to redirect a river to flood the site and put an end to it once and for all.

    Today crosses are placed in memory, but also to ask for help, health and protection. A NATO airbase lies just 10km away and each time they have new staff, they come to place a cross to ask for protection during their time here. The site has become a major catholic pilgrimage site. Even tourists are welcomed to place a cross if they wish, with merchants at the entrance selling an array of crosses and statues. I choose not to as it doesn’t feel like my place to add to. Instead I head for the Franciscan monastery that lies just beyond to grab a moment’s solitude just to myself to reflect.
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  • Day 71

    Vilnius and The Fake Republic of Užupis

    September 19, 2023 in Lithuania ⋅ ☁️ 24 °C

    There’s a moment of hesitation as our guide asks us if we brought our passports. For a moment I wonder if it’s something relating to the Belarus/Russia situation given that Vilnius, the capital of Lithuania, lies just 30 miles from the Belarusian border. But instead, we cross a river into the self declared, largely unrecognised Republic of Užupis.

    Unlike most self-declared republics, this one doesn’t lie at the heart of a bitter geopolitical struggle. Instead, Užupis is an April Fools joke which grew arms and legs and now is complete with its own president, prime-minister, flags, (unofficial) currency and even its own barliment to boot (and no, that’s not a typo).

    Under the soviet era, Užupis (which translates as ‘the other side of the river’) was full of factories and housing for their workers. Once the Soviet Union fell, the area was left deserted and became a hot bed for criminality and prostitution. Some students from the Vilnius Academy of Arts which is located in the area, turned the abandoned spaces into studios and squats. With the aim to ‘change the place with art’, the republic was officially declared on 1 April 1998. Nowadays it’s a trendy area and one of the most expensive to buy property in within the city. It’s boasted by the Lithuanian government as a stellar example of community building.

    We wander through past border control (where you can even get your passport stamped) and down to the constitution, which is posted in 40 languages on the wall. I’m told that if you turn up on the 1st of April, you can even get knighted with a nonsense title.

    Vilnius itself is an endearing introduction to the Baltic states. Ukrainian flags flutter in the wind everywhere, showing the Lithuanian perspectives. If the Balkans were largely on the fence regarding the conflict in Ukraine, the Baltics have fully aligned themselves with Ukraine. Autumn seems to be making an appearance as for the first time I spot the leaves changing colour. That being said I’m rather disappointed that my first introduction to the Baltics isn’t well… Baltic, given that it’s currently sitting around a balmy 20 degrees. Then again apparently this time last year it was minus two so perhaps I should just count my blessings.
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  • Day 70

    Russia to the Left, Belarus to the Right

    September 18, 2023 in Lithuania ⋅ ⛅ 26 °C

    It’s an early start to catch the Flixbus to Vilnius this morning. I hop on a local bus to a place called Metro Marymont which drops me on the opposite side of a highway from the bus station. I drag my case through the underpass and come out right in front of the Bus Station- perfect and with plenty of time to spare. I walk through the doors of the bus station… Except the bus station is a supermarket. Bugger.

    I wander around, lost and trying to make sense of google maps which seems to be as clueless as I am at this point. I spot a woman crushing cardboard boxes up outside the supermarket and in possibly the worst attempt at Polish she’s ever heard, I say excuse me and follow it with the word ‘autobus’ in about 6 different accents with an apologetic face until she miraculously understands what I mean and points me in the right direction. I thank her profusely and follow her directions which take me to the actual ‘bus station’, which has no station and 8 bus stops, none of which mention Flixbus whatsoever and they’re usually big green coaches so they’re hard to miss. There’s no station or building in which to find someone to ask and so I ask a few bus drivers who all keep sending me to different places. Eventually I find one female bus driver who takes pity on me and sends me to the right place.

    Finally the big green bus rolls up and I find my seat. Just as I settle in for a nap, the woman beside me pulls out her phone and starts chatting loudly. The woman behind sushes her loudly and then starts kicking her seat. Eventually, phone call over, peace returns.

    Driving from Poland into Lithuania however has another conflict on my mind. We’re currently driving through the Suwałki Gap, a stretch around 100km between Russia and Belarus, in fact the whole reason I’m on a bus at all is because the train would have originally taken me through Kaliningrad, a Russian enclave on the Baltic coast and somewhere I’m keen to avoid given the current situation with Russia. Deemed ‘the most dangerous place on earth’ in an article by Politico last year, the Suwałki Gap is most likely the first area Russia would attack if they decide to take NATO on directly. By extending their reach from their ally Belarus into Kaliningrad they could effectively cut the Baltics off from their NATO allies. Today however, as we drive along just 9km from the Belorussian border, it’s business as usual. People tend to their day to day tasks in small sleepy towns, and no sign of any problems with the neighbours.
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