Svolvaer, Lofoten Islands

We were a little groggy after last night's aurora awakening, but arrival at Svolvaer in the Lofoten Islands energized us (as did the 28-degree weather with snow and wind). We're far enough north that the sun doesn't appear all day, which is not to say it's pitch black the whole time. The sun hovered below the eastern horizon for a couple of hours producing brilliant orange and red skies (just like The Scream) so it almost seemed like we were on another planet.

We drove to Henningsvær and were able to cross bridges which connected the many small islands in this region. This is a quaint village peopled by seafarers as well as artists who focus on the incredible landscape of lofty peaks and snow-covered cottages, especially charming now that everyone has their homes tastefully decorated for Xmas. Not a single plastic blow-up Santa or Snoopy, as many Americans seem to relish. We visited an art museum that housed an outstanding collection of 19th and early 20th century Lofoten paintings (see the immense painting of a seaman's funeral attached).

The Lofoten Islands must be quite charming in the summer as there are lots of little beachside cottages that look promising, hiking trails, and various boating opportunities...but not at this snowy time of year! Another trip, perhaps?

On our way to Tromso now, but the prospect of more Northern Lights appears questionable. However, as the locals say, the weather at any time is either wonderful or "authentic."
We're anxious to check out Tromso tomorrow, but at some point we'll have to catch a flight to Oslo before heading home Tuesday. Let's hope the weather is not too "authentic"...Baca lagi