To satisfy my lust for light, I traded my dive vacation with another trip to Norway. Same place, different experience. Instead of a largely guided tour last October, I opted for a self drive (which was quite an experience itself). Stayed far away from Tromso city itself and somehow landed there during the full moon period. We didn’t see as much as we hoped due to some really bad weather. The newspaper reported that it was the worst weather to hit northern Norway in 50 years. I guess 50 years is quite a universal benchmark for bad weather these days. After some driving marathons, we managed to catch some glimpses of dancing lights near the Finnish border (I found out that crossing the border to Finland is easier than going to Sentosa). For some reason, the lights seem to dance alot quicker this round. I’m not sure why, but I’m not complaining.

Northern lights at the Norwegeian-Finnish border. It’s almost like a peep show. The clouds parted like a curtain. The lights appeared, did a really quick routine and retreated back into the skies. The clouds then closed in and the skies turned grey. Still pretty mind blowing.