Chasing the Northern Lights was our main reason for exploring Tromso, but it’s a pretty city all in it’s own right. Blessed with clear blues skies for most of our trip we. couldn’t. stop. taking. photos.
Literally just sat at the window sill with a chair pulled up to the prettiest view from our waterfront hotel room, we spent a lot of time just watching the port boats slip in and around. Cup of tea in hand, and freshly made waffle in plate (complete with Strawberry jam & the infamous Norwegian brown cheese) life felt pretty good (even after a flight with a horrendous hangover – take it from me, do not fly with a hangover – it feels as though someone is bouncing on your stomach.)
The next morning dawned, with gorgeously clear skies again so we took to the pavement. Armed with Van’s blog recommendations (definitely check out Snow in Tromso), we enjoyed a day of puttering. Exclaiming at the glassy water, laughing at our breath forming in front of us, admiring the incredible Fjords that hug each view from the island and shivered in the cool crisp 5°C temperatures.
We popped into the Polarium, a cool marine mammal exhibition (though sadly no Arctic hares to the bizarre request of the Mister – where he got the idea that there would be hares I have no idea)…
…and stared into the glassy harbour depths, watching shoals of small fish dart to and fro, and jellyfish slowly parachute through the water.
We wandered over the bridge linking Tromso with the mainland, and although we sadly couldn’t enjoy the views from the cable car due to maintenance, we walked to the Arctic Cathedral, a modern beacon on the hill (shaped like the nearby the rocky island of Håja, and Iceberg, Sami tent, boathouse or fish-drying rack – you pick) and rather loved the view looking back over the frosty island of Tromso.
Our noses suitably nipped, we danced our way back over the bridge to watch the early-afternoon sunset.