Norway with my Godmother Xandra in December, we took the
@hurtigruten boat from Bergen to Kirkenes. I enjoyed the trip sm. My godmother is kinda bougie and appreciates her own space, which means I had my own cabin and lay out my belongings on the other bed. We met at meal times and to go on excursions, is there anything better? I padded round the ship and looked out the window, going up to the deck in every item of clothing to peer out into the landscape that could essentially kill u easily and have general chichat with the other guests. I looked forward to the array of food everyday, fresh fruit and vitamin shots, salads, 4 different desserts. We spoke to the waitress at dinner every night and asked her questions about what it's like to live on a ship for months at a time, going back and forth to the arctic circle, she said the crew were cool and made time for each other. She looked like my old best friend from college, straw blonde hair and nicotine stained fingers and a self conscious look. This is the third time my godmother has done this trip, she simply cannot get enough and I understand. The northern lights are exactly as awe inspiring as you think, I can imagine ancestors feeling terror, they are scary and unpredictable, godly and godless, I can't believe they exist. We got a call into our rooms whenever they were spotted and everyone trodded out onto the deck, hushed, you murmured your feelings about it to your neighbour in the dark, not knowing who they were, camera bros took the piss out of me and my analogue camera. As I took photos blindly aiming at the sky, locking my elbows and holding still. Slowly people got bored or cold and left. I didn't, I stayed until 3am, on my own, in my socks and Birkenstocks, staring at the sky until I got cold and bored. The ships movement stayed in my body for a week afterwards, whenever I got up I felt the sway of the ocean. đłđ´ đ§
