Arriving in the Ice City
29.01.2011 - 29.01.2011 -26 °C
OH MY GOD!
I knew I was in trouble when we disembarked in Harbin and there was thick ice INSIDE the aerobridge. I had prepared by layering up before leaving Beijing, but there was no way that my theoretical understanding of temperature numbers could ever have hoped to match the reality of what -26C would be like. Yes, that is no typo. It was -26C when we touched down.
In the short walk from the terminal to our waiting bus, my down jacket was crackling like popcorn and my canvas handbag was frozen stiff. I wanted to giggle hysterically, but the realisation that I had nearly three more days of this to endure helped me to keep it under control.
On the positive side, it was so cold that the ground was not really slippery at all. This had been my second greatest fear (#1 was dying of hypothermia). Provided you kept your eyes open for the odd patch of ice, it was absolutely fine.
A welcome greeting standing in front of the terminal building was my first ice lantern.