Siberian tiger tracking… the preparations

Two weeks today I will be airborne on my way to Moscow, then Khabarovsk, then deep into the taiga of the Far East… a long journey undertaken in order to track the majestic Siberian tiger.

A small group of us, along with a guide, translator and cook will spend our days in temperatures of up to -30C, snow up to six feet deep, with the occasional blizzard, learning to read the signs of ‘The White Book’. These are the marks, tracks and other traces of the elusive kings of the forest, and their prey. When we find somewhere they are likely to be, we set camera traps in hope of capturing them on film.

I am also making sound recordings of the trip and the experience (hence picture of me with headphones and ‘dead kitten’)…

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This is what £2k of specialist kit looks like… and I STILL haven’t got the snowshoes. 

Preparations for the trip have been going on for months, particularly because if there’s a bureaucratic quagmire to be found (or created) I will be there, right in the middle. Getting my Russian visa took weeks, but is so beautiful to look at I have (almost) forgotten my torment in getting it. Then obtaining the right kit, when you are a total non-hiker and an extremely poor traveller, is quite a task. Many an hour has been spent in Tiso and North Face clutching my kit list and throwing myself on the mercy of the staff. A big shout out to Brendan in North Face  and Graham in Tiso (both Buchanan Street, Glasgow) who not only spent much time cheerfully explaining the details of boots and jackets but managed to do so without making me feel stupid for asking my novice questions. Thank you guys!

The thing is I am dreading the journey, the cold, being cut off, the snow. These things all play to my weaknesses. But what I am not dreading, what I am looking forward to with insomniac excitement is to be anywhere near the tigers. I am not afraid, only aware of the privilege. I’ve always been interested in tigers, have written about them in my poems. Back in the day I was a zookeeper (and have also been a groom and ranger) and I am pragmatic and calm around animals of all kinds. I understand and respect wildness, have no demand to make, and am grateful to follow in those footsteps, wherever they may lead, The taiga is the last virgin forest in the northern hemisphere, and one of the last true wildernesses on earth.

This trip is less an expedition than a pilgrimage. The torment of the journey, and the probability that I will not see a tiger at all don’t detract in any way from my need to go, in fact they are entirely separate. I am grateful to the Society of Authors and Creative Scotland for making this journey financially possible.

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Yep, I’m really, really ready.

3 Comments

  1. Polly you definitely look ready… and the UK weather is giving you a taste of the cold, though -30 degrees sounds a bit extreme! Good luck with your bid to be the next David Attenborough and looking forward to your next update. Hope you manage to spot a tiger… Ali x

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