Our favourite snow experiences

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Our favourite snow experiences

At this time of year, everyone's dreaming of a white Christmas.

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If you can't be in New York, Chicago, Berlin or London, the next best bit is dreaming about it.

We asked some of our contributors a pretty simple question:

What's been your favourite snow experience while travelling?

TIM McGLONE

INSTA: @mcglone.jpg

At the age of 25 I'd actually never seen snowfall. When I eventually did, I easily matched the Nintendo 64 kid for excitement.

This took place in Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia — the world’s coldest capital city. I’d consumed quite a lot of vodka inside a dark, dingy bar with two Canadians, a Dane and a Norwegian, with no windows from our vantage point to the outside world. When we left the bar to find it snowing heavily, it felt like I had exited a tunnel and entered one of the Christmas snow globes which had enchanted me so much as a child. Although my cooler-climate friends couldn’t have given less of a fuck, drunk and seeing snowfall for the first time is an experience I’d recommend to anyone.

ROBERTO SERRINI

INSTA: @serrini

Coming from Long Island, NY snow is a force to be reckoned with. So anything I find more extreme than a good ol’ fashion February you’re-not-going-anywhere-buddy blizzard is a thrill. For me, I found that thrill in Iceland, which seems name appropriate. Snowmobiling Langjökull Glacier was not only an extreme rush, but a rare one, since, if we keep going the way we are, it will be dirt bikes soon.

TAYLA GENTLE

INSTA: @taylaroxene

Growing up, my family didn't do ski holidays. We were more of a beach kind of gang. So I actually didn't experience snow until I was 26 and on a shoot in Patagonia. We'd gotten up before sunrise to trek it out to this remote glacier, the sun was starting to rise and these flakes started falling on my face. It was honestly otherworldly. I think I cried.

TIM CHARODY

INSTA: @timcharody.expeditiontotheedge

I joined a sail boat in Tonga with the idea I would spend a month or two sailing the South Pacific, but a year later we found ourselves having sailed through the north west passage above Alaska, Canada and over to Greenland deep in the most remote parts of the Arctic. We got iced into a bay for a month, nearly got crushed by ice, had encounters with polar bears, lost a mate overboard in the ice briefly, hung out with Inuit hunters, sailed under the northern lights, faced epic storms and crossed some of the roughest oceans on the planet.