Norwegian Sea

We left Lofoten at night, boarding the boat that would take us to Tromsø, a journey through the Arctic sea that I was so looking forward to. It was dark and stormy when we got on, the wind still howling from the day before. There had even been a chance the boat wouldn’t come at all. The storm was strong, and for a while we weren’t sure we’d be able to leave but we were lucky it managed to make the trip.

The boat was smaller this time, but tall, and during the night the storm didn’t hold back. The sea was wild, and the movement was intense. At some point, we went up to the bar at the top floor, and it was moving so much it felt like being inside a floating roller coaster. We stayed there a little while, laughing nervously and holding onto our drinks before heading back down to sleep. The real magic happened the next morning...

I woke up early and stepped outside. The sea was calm but alive. Snow was falling softly over the waves, disappearing into the fog. There was something dreamlike about it… snow, over the open sea, with no land in sight, just white flakes dancing in the gray light.

We had a cozy breakfast in the ship’s lounge, warm drinks and soft lighting contrasting with the cold, icy beauty outside. I kept looking out the window, amazed. Everything was soft, silent, and cold, but somehow comforting.

By the time we reached Tromsø around midday, the weather started to clear up. The sea, the snow, and our breakfast felt like a calm break between what we left behind and the adventure ahead.