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Kiruna - Mine

Tuesday 11th December
As the Sunday morning the alarm clocks did not really trigger us to stand up. I slept in the living room again and as on Sunday I heard in two minutes several alarm clocks from different rooms, but no movement for half an hour. We ate a big breakfast, cleaned the appartment in shortest time and delievered the keys in time. Afterwards we walked to town, visited the church, ate at Sibylla and booked the bus into the mine of Kiruna. It is the world biggest iron mine.



The tour through the mine was like expected. I do not like tours. You have to follow three hours a guide and the only thing you can do is listen to listing of dates, facts, and specifications. I was extremely bored and took us two and a half hours. But nevertheless: although I could have imagined a better ending, Kiruna was worth all effort.

Our train left in early evening from Kiruna and this time we did not have to change the train. We arrived at Wednesday at half past 7 in the morning. And this time I did even sleep although it did not feel like sleep afterwards. I must have slept 6 hours, but it felt like 1 and I still was very tired. We booked taxis back to Nacksta, but I had only time to leave my luggage there, because I had an exercise at university at 10. But my students gave me free after one hour, so I could go back catching the sleep.
The trip has been amazing and was worth every cold minute. It was different to those trips I heard of before. It wasn't impressive because of the activities. Dog-sledges and snow mobiles were nice. But all alone it would not have been the fun. The group we have been there made it to a trip that I will remember very often.
Pictures: Jens, Marta, Ward.

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