After walking for miles and taking on the subway system, I arrived at the main event, the whole reason I am here, THE INTERNATIONAL ICE AND SNOW FESTIVAL. The area is so big that I could see it from the plane when I landed. A huge area of bright lights and colours.
Entry was easy, the usual chaos of tickets and bag scans, then you enter into a huge area covered in snow, which sounds obvious, but the rest of the city was suspiciously without snow. Immediately, you are faced with buildings and monuments in a beautiful but eerie blue colour. Ice Blue, you could say.
The sculptures ranged in height and style.
I was incredibly lucky in that the weather really wasn't that cold, for the most part, a balmy -12 to -15, but as was the case in Beijing and Qingdao, a dry cold. Enough socks, and you were fine.
A trip to the ice festival had been on my list for many years, and I am thrilled to have finally made it.
Another one off the bucket list.
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