The ice became thicker and thicker when we approached the northern edge of Zevernaya Zembla, the group of islands north of Cape Tjeljuskin near the Vilkitskiy Strait, the northernmost tip of the Eurasian continent. Since yesterday we follow a more or less straight line on 82 degree latitude going eastwards. We were standing on the deck after dinner with mouths open looking at how the 2 meter thick ice floes were being crushed like cookies. 'This is like a fire place but better' somebody said, 'it never gets boring to look at it!'. I totally agreed.