Hunting the Northern Lights: Arctic

I board the Havila Capella, a smaller cruise / port ship in Bergen Norway. An eco ship, relatively new. It's a very different experience to the 90's vibe Princess and Carnival rock.

My room is tiny, though all I need. My cohort of fellow travellers really are pensioners plus. I've not yet seen a child. I sense this group are my age plus, seeking to absorb all of the beauty mother nature has to offer.

Almost everyone I've met, Norwegian, German, Austrian. They all speak perfect English and I am a little embarrassed by my own lack of culture. I'm not sure they'd find it as hilarious as I do if the only words I can share are profane.

I've met Bonita. A spritely retiree from Virginia, USA. A health policy writer in her day. Tells me she went North when her marriage went South.

And Karen. An Aussie from Perth, travelling Europe solo after recovering from Breast cancer.

The food is delicious so far, though I'll start a separate entry for that.

The ship departs Bergen 2030, Norway time, and I watch on, sipping a herbal tea on deck. I'm very much ready for bed. 3 hours ago.

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