After one week of effort, drifting ice stopped Albarquel. The old boat's crew, although very determined to get as close as possible to Vagabond, had to turn and go back, even before passing south cape of Spitsbergen. Then I got ready to cross the island on foot, from the mine of Svea: a hike that looked to be quite hazardous, because of snow melting. But luckily, Wednesday night, a helicopter could be chartered at the last minute from Svea! So the whole family could go, also with Rémy Marion (polar bears specialist photographer). We flew over muddy rivers and slyly cracked glaciers... until Vagabond, separated by 12 km of ice with open water. Only just informed about our arrival, Sébastien was waiting for us on the beach. He had looked after our amazing hut for one and a half month. Quick greetings and the helicopter took him back to civilisation, with his dog Tundra. This morning, westerly wind pushed away most of fast ice, and blue sea is now at less than 3 km from Va gabond. Tens of seals and some polar bears are enjoying pack ice still around us.