Today I'm sharing an entry from my travel journal: this one from my time in Finland back in February. It's a long one, but that's just because I like to record the detail and come back to it all later. The ultimate ambition is, of course, to get it all in the scrapbook. But for now, here's a story about a meeting with reindeer. And rather a lot of reindeer facts because I learned a lot and got carried away writing it all down.
I was up at
eight. Which isn't that early but after getting in the night before sometime
past eleven, and then obviously having to hang out for a bit by the fire with a
cuppa, it was somehow gone one when I went to bed. Oops!
However,
revived by the prospect of breakfast, I upped and showered and went in search
of foodstuffs. I wasn't disappointed: I started with a cursory plate of eggs
and bread (and a little pastry that I thought was going to be some sort of
Scandinavian cinnamon roll pastry style scenario but turned out to be full of
something that I can only describe as soggy rice: disappointing). Then, the key
player: there was a GIANT tureen of porridge. Knowing I was going to be out in
the cold for several hours, I fully availed myself of maximum porridge, and
then added banana chips, raisins, pumpkin seeds and other unidentifiable seeds
to the mixture, just because they were there and all laid out in cute little
bowls. And then I chucked in a big dollop of jam. Because jam. And I found
heart shaped ginger biscuits, which I thought might go well on the side with a
cup of tea.
Having
hoovered this up, it was time to suit up and boot up (in my human sleeping bag
ensemble, see this post for description of layers) and head out for snowmobile
time.
The Fins
pronounce it "snow mobile" as in mobile phone. I prefer to say
snowmobile, like batmobile. But I suppose if batman needs to take a call he
could do that on his Bat mobile.
Anyway, we
got a quick lesson: you push a button to make it start, then it has a go lever
on one handle and a stop lever on the other handle. Or a brake, as it's more
commonly known. The other important buttons are for making the handles warm
while you drive, or a bit cooler if you go overboard with the heated handles.
According to
Finnish law, you need a driving license to drive a snowmobile, you must be over
18 and in no way under the influence of alcohol, or presumably other naughty
substances. I was only under the influence of tea and porridge, both of which
are wholesome and not naughty.
What it
comes down to is that a snowmobile is basically a go-cart on skis. With heated
handles. They were bigger than I thought they would be, and are designed to
seat two, but as a solo traveller (thank you hefty single supplement) I got to
drive my own for the whole time. No sharing for me! As anyone who has ever
heard my tirade against sharing plates can attest (or indeed, anyone who has
ever tried to share my food: just DON'T) having my own drive was a win.
Given the
whole driving licence thing, I had thought snowmobiles would be tricky to
drive, but they weren't. Helmet on, visor down and off we went. We stuck to
trails, which are easier than going off track where you can't tell what's a
drift or which snow might give way when. Anyway, you point the skis and go and
it goes. The speed limit was 40km/h but it was rare that we got over 30 in our
little rank, snowmobiling along in a line. Holding a straight line required more
effort than you might think as the skis would try and take the path of least
resistance, but as long as you hold onto the handles tight and keep true, you
can win the battle of where you go. Leaning into corners and using your body
weight to turn also helped and I was a happy bunny.
It wasn't long
before I was belting out hits from Legally Blonde The Musical as I drove, happy
as Larry to be bowling along through lovely scenery, feeling the cold rush of
air, exhilarated, alive. I wasn't in the least cold. And I was pretty confident
that the growl of the engine masked my warbling (or if it didn't, no one
mentioned the singing).
We sped
along, gaining in confidence and the day was clear and crisp; a little overcast
but the sun peeped through the gaps in the clouds. We traversed little bridges,
crossed the odd road, passed skiers and whizzed along forest tracks. We
communicated along the snowmobile safari route with arm signals. Pumping your
arm up and down in the air means go, flapping your arm up and down, extended
straight out means slow down and watch out, and raising your fist in the air
means stop. Although that becomes apparent when you ram into the person in
front.
I didn't,
I'm just making an observation.
Whenever you
see one of these signals in front, you copy it for the benefit of the people
behind. Riding alone meant that I didn't have a passenger to take care of this
for me - unlike the other lazy drivers who simply recruited their passengers
for the job. However, I quickly found that gesturing with my left hand made me
grip more tightly with my right hand. Or throttle hand, as perhaps it should be
known. I'm possibly the only numpty in the line who goes quicker while making
the slow-down hand signal.
It's just I
had to hold on tighter to keep the skis straight. It was legit, honest.
I loved
driving that thing. It was very freeing and mosying along in line meant I could
enjoy the easy pace without feeling the need to steel myself into daredevil
mode. But there was still a little rush from speeding over little bumps and
hills, or jamming the throttle just a little when cresting a mound and heading
down the other side. VROOOOOM.
Ahem.
I did keep
my stopping distance as instructed though. And I did not go off piste or need
digging out of any drifts. So well done me.
Our
destination was a reindeer farm and we pulled up in a long line of snowmobiles,
leaving our helmets and trudging through the snow.
And there
were reindeer!
I mean, or
course there were, but it's one thing to know you're going to see reindeer and
quite another to then actually find yourself facing one. They were hitched up
to little sleighs, each of which carried two people seated with legs out, close
to the floor. Time for a ride! I did have to share this time but didn't mind as
I hadn't realised we would even get the opportunity to drive a sleigh. That was
pretty cool.
They gave us
driving instructions which boiled down to the fact that the reindeer will
probably not go very fast, they do this all the time and they know the way. If
you want them to go a bit quicker, shake the rope, but they will probably
ignore you. If they run off, pull on the rope and they will stop. Here endeth
the lesson.
When it was
our turn, we reclined into our low-slung sleigh and trotted off, slowing almost
immediately to a comfortable shamble, the reindeer seeming disinclined to do
much more. After a half-hearted rope shake, we let him be and just enjoyed the
scenery, the trees, the hush, the snow. We took it in turns driving (i.e.
holding the rope) and it was good fun.
As we
rounded the final bend, the reindeer perked up a little, spotting the little
grey-green pile of lichen that his keeper had left for him. This was apparently
an appetising prospect as he trotted up to the pile with gusto, munching it
down.
If
self-drive cars turn out to be anything like as reliable as a reindeer, I think
we're all going to be fine. Especially if they run on lichen.
After our
driving lesson was complete, it was time to learn to lasso a reindeer. Or more
accurately, an old set of antlers perched on the floor. Possibly there's more
to lassoing things than meets the eye, but what I took away from it was that
you hold the rope, chuck it overarm at the antlers and hope. Clearly I wasn't
hoping hard enough as while my aim was true, I fell short by about three inches.
On the plus side, the loop did open out. It just didn't snag a reindeer.
Fail. Bye
bye reindeer.
Never mind.
I'll catch one next time.
Anyway, if
I've observed anything it's that making the effort to lasso a reindeer seems
overcomplicated when I've seen them run around for a pile of scrubby tree
scrapings. You catch more flies with honey, and I suspect I would catch more
reindeer with lichen.
We all piled
inside a warm, wooden lodge and were served tea and cake and a lady in
traditional Finnish costume gave us a talk about reindeer which was really
interesting.
Reindeer
facts:
All reindeer
grow their antlers in the summer when there's more food and they have more
energy to devote to the task. They can grow up to 2cm a day as they have only a
couple of months to reach peak antlers. The antlers have a blood supply while
they grow and are covered in velvet. Then once they're done, they harden and
the blood stops heading to them, and the reindeer scrape off the velvet.
The males
grow the biggest antlers by far; they can weigh up to 15kg. Massive. Then in
October they fight each other to collect a harem of lady reindeer. A successful
chappie could acquire a herd for himself of up to 50 female reindeer. Then by
November, once they're done fighting they shed the antlers as they're massively
impractical and heavy to carry around. The winter is hard on the males because
they use up their store of energy from the summer very quickly through fighting
other reindeer.
The female
of the species is rather more practical in her antler growth. They grow
smallish ones in summer, conserving calcium and energy, and then they keep
their horns through their pregnancies, usually from October to the time when
their little ones are born. This is useful for foraging for food, and not showy
or cumbersome unlike the men's affairs. The ladies are also not above a bit of
argy bargy: when the males have done some foraging and dug and scraped away
snow to reveal some edible morsel, the females can shove them out of the way
with a face full of prongs and chow down with a ladies' lunch. Pretty smart.
Anyway, like
clockwork, a week after the baby reindeer are born, off come the antlers, ready
to start the cycle again.
The babies
grow antlers too. Just little ones that look a bit like pencils, but I like
that they try.
In summer,
the reindeer eat loads of things. They particularly love to find mushrooms at
the end of summer: they help to bulk the reindeer up and get in a good layer of
fat and stored energy for winter.
Does anyone
else really enjoy the fact that reindeer love mushrooms?
They also
shed their thick hair in the summer; the Guide lady said they don't look very
pretty; a bit patchy and mangy as their shorter, dark undercoat is revealed. But
come the colder months, they grow back their longer hair, which is lustrous and
thick at 1700 hairs per square centimetre. That's a lot of hair. And each hair
contains air which insulates the reindeer.
Winter can
get down to -40 but that's not problem for the reindeer. "I'm not saying
they like it, but they can survive it," according to our guide. Anyway,
they basically eat lichen that they can scrounge from under the snow or off the
sides of trees. So not the most appealing diet evs.
Kisses xxx
P.S. This is only part one of the adventure. But part two will be happening next week once I've got my act together and edited it. And you'll find out whether I managed to see the Aurora Borealis...
Kisses xxx
P.S. This is only part one of the adventure. But part two will be happening next week once I've got my act together and edited it. And you'll find out whether I managed to see the Aurora Borealis...
Oh, what a lovely read! And you do a nice line in wit as well :). Hard to believe you fitted all that into one day? I am fascinated by the mushrooms and reindeer too - especially the fact that they use them to "bulk up", as I thought mushrooms had virtually no carbohydrate and precious little in the way of calories either! You see? You are a born educator :).
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