A Day in the (Midnight) Sun

Jane Sandell

The day didnt so much start as continue. As Wednesday rolled into Thursday, I was gazing at sunlight reflected off sea. I knew I was tired and should go to bed but the passing scenery distracted me. The appropriately named MS Midnatsol was gliding inexorably on towards the northernmost point of continental Europe.

There were to be many highlights on the 12-day voyage from Bergen to Kirkenes and back but for me the real magic would be on this Day Four. In the wee sma hours we reached Bronnoysund and, in a fit of madness, I ran down to Deck 6 as we arrived to watch the cargo come on and off. The day was changing from dusk to dawn and was pleasantly warm as I watched the bustle on the quayside. We left around 1.30am and I headed for my cabin, deciding that some sleep was necessary if I were to be awake for the days main event. ... (continues)