The elusive Midnight Sun

Other than the crossing the Arctic Circle in Rovaniemi, or otherwise known as the official residence of dear old Santa Claus, I was really looking forward to seeing the midnight sun because summer was too bright to see the aurora borealis.

The sun must have known it played second fiddle, and so it hid under the cover of clouds. Dang it.

At 0100 hours, the woods behind our cottage looked like this:


It didn’t change very much at 0200 hours. We gave up and went to bed.

We know that the sun never actually sets. On a clear day, it just sits on the horizon and looks a bit sleepy around midnight and pops back up again when it decides that the elves should start work. In some googled pictures of the midnight sun, warm orange-red glows were captured like what one would see at a regular sunset.

Well, I probably won’t see woods bright at 2AM anywhere else. Also, I met Santa Claus. And I refused to take a picture with him. He seemed surprised, but took the rejection well like the nice person he is.

I hope I am still on the good list this year.


Having Rudolph

Sautéed reindeer is a common dish found in menus across Lapland, or so I am told. I cannot imagine having Rudolph, but SJ just bought reindeer jerky from the supermarket. I keep eyeing the package and wonder if I will put any of that into my mouth.

I could not tell the difference between a reindeer and an elk because both terms are used a lot here and they seem to be referring to deers with large antlers. What makes it more confusing is that the terms are used interchangeably in Europe and America – elks here and elks in the US refer to different animals.

So I dug for info and voila!


Reindeer meat should be rather gamey…

I did it. And I liked it.