Went to North Cape today. On a tour bus with the French people from the ferry. The Germans had 2 buses. Going to North Cape seems to be a “thing”. Before Covid about 200,000 people per year made the trek. Most in summer.
Just guessing, but maybe the radar station is a bit busier than it has been for the last 20 years.
No way I was walking up those stairs. After wandering around in the snow for an hour or so, it was back to the French bus. The French brought lunch and wine. I noticed the Germans had the bestest gear. Then there was me. Vintage woman in a old raincoat armed with a cane and a thermos of coffee.
There are two snow plows. They start up the road to North Cape at 9 and 10 in the morning and leave North Cape at 1230 and 1330. The only time civilians are allowed on the road is when the are following the snow plow.
It was sunny when we left. But, the snow is back.
My cabin is the left small rectangular window in the white paint. And, right before dinner, the ferry stopped in Kjollefjord and I took a picture from that very window.
Tomorrow morning we will be at the turn around port. Wonder how many folks will get off. I am not optimistic about seeing the lights. Not the fault of the lights. The fault lies with the weather. And, it’s ok if the lights don’t appear. The first half of the ferry trip has been great. Dramamine for the next 8 hours of open ocean.
Oops, just heard jet fighters flying over. And I am reminded that Russia is very very near.