Hopping out of our hotel, we walked approximately 15 feet and boarded the boat that had been cheekily winking to us from the window corner of our hotel for 3 days. We then glided around the breadth and length of Tromso’s main island, mentally checking that it really was
a) actually Monday morning
b) we weren’t dreaming &
c) we were gliding around arctic seas 350km into the arctic circle
After spotting the ability to catch a more sea-based view of the stunning Tromso on Van’s blog, we had hunted around until we found one that suited our non-committal hearts – we didn’t fancy being stuck onboard a massive ship rammed with people, though on reflection it probably would have been nothing like this – so we booked a 3 hour leisurely punt.
Our only regret was not being brave enough to hire a car (I’m such a wuss when it comes to driving) and drive right up to the Fjords, so beautiful in the distance; or step onto a longer cruise to explore more places indepth. There are 50 minute busses to the Fjords from Tromso, but we hadn’t quite left ourselves the breathing time to do it the next day before flying home, dragging our sad suitcases behind us…