After arriving in Tromsø and getting our bearings, we decided to set off and explore. I found Ersfjord whilst looking longingly at Northern Lights photos on Pinterest and decided to go and check it out. It’s essentially a tiny village -literally just a few houses- on the edge of a fjord, with stunning views.
The temperatures in Tromsø whilst I was there in November were between 0°C and -8°C most of the time, although it did get colder at night. We wore thermals and lots of layers at all times which meant we were never too cold, although walking out of the hotel was a sweaty experience.
Ersfjord was one place where I remember appreciating how cold it was, as we stopped walking and just stood admiring the beauty; Standing still was when you really felt it.
The sun had not long risen so the Polar night sky was a weird pinky purple colour, which reflected on the calm water. The scene was a familiar one, a sandy bit of coast where the sea meets land, complete with all the usual stuff you would expect, shells, sea weed, sand. The difference? Everything was frozen solid. It was such a mad place, just seeing snow from a beach was a peculiar feeling and combined with the beautiful little Nordic wooden houses, I had a real sense of being somewhere completely different.
I would have loved to have taken photos of the houses, but didn’t for fear of being a complete creeper. Whilst there we saw a group of children walking to school, they wore thermal overalls with reflective vests for when it gets dark.
During the Polar night, there was never normal daylight, whilst the sun was up on a clear day the sky would be a very bright blue colour. It was here that I first saw that and remember thinking how magical it was. I know the thought of just four hours daylight sounds hellish to some people but I really loved it, although that’s not to say it didn’t take some getting used to. When it got dark it was pitch black and I planned our trip without really taking that into consideration so once there we had to rethink all of our plans.