Rovaniemi, Finland
Rovaniemi, Finland
Our Finnish winter adventure began with a journey to Rovaniemi, a land promising thrilling experiences from dawn till dusk. But first, we faced the pre-flight challenges at Frankfurt Airport. Construction was in full swing, adding a layer of chaos to our departure. Lugging four oversized bags each, filled with warm layers for Finland’s sub-zero temperatures, we navigated the crowded terminal. Despite a generous two-hour buffer, we encountered a surprisingly slow bag drop line, followed by an unexpected double-whammy of extra security checks. With time quickly dwindling, we barely reached our gate with 30 minutes to spare. After another round of boarding procedures, including a shuttle bus ride to the plane, we finally settled in, only to wait another 45 minutes for takeoff, seemingly for no particular reason.
Our Helsinki layover was a rushed affair, reduced from an hour and a half to a mere 20 minutes. Fortunately, the next gate was close, and we made it just in time for our short flight to Rovaniemi. We landed smoothly, though the flight was slightly turbulent. Stepping off the plane felt like entering a Christmas postcard. Rovaniemi’s airport was festooned with holiday decorations, including a welcoming Santa Claus, which instantly brought a smile to my face. Baggage claim was a breeze, and, surprisingly, a driver holding a sign with my name awaited us for our transfer to the resort. Even more surprisingly, she was driving a Tesla, a small vehicle for such a snowy climate, but we were eager to get moving.
At last, we were heading to our base, Apukka Resort, ready for the jam-packed itinerary awaiting us. From adrenaline-fueled snowmobile rides to a magical horseback trek through a snow-covered forest, the days promised to be filled with adventure. We eagerly anticipated a visit to the iconic Santa Claus Village and hoped to witness the ethereal Northern Lights dancing across the night sky from the Snow Train. This weekend in Finland promised to be an unforgettable immersion into the beauty and wonder of a true winter wonderland.
Apukka Resort
The approach to Apukka Resort was a surprisingly gentle one. While the air bit with winter's chill, the roads, instead of treacherous ice, were merely slick with moisture. A brilliant, festive glow caught our eye as we drove – the enchanting fairy lights of Santa Claus’s Village, a truly magical preview of the winter wonderland to come. At the resort itself, a welcoming staff member immediately helped us unload our baggage at the check-in, setting a tone of effortless hospitality.
The check-in clerk continued this warm reception, efficiently providing us with all the details for a seamless stay: activity schedules, access to hot water, and guidance on the necessary snow gear. His friendly banter added a delightful touch of levity. Keys and a map in hand, we were then offered a luggage cart by another helpful employee, a much-appreciated gesture that spared us the burden of dragging our suitcases through the fresh snow.
Stepping into our igloo was like entering a cozy haven. We were astonished by its generous dimensions, which included a comfortable couch, a crackling fireplace, a well-equipped counter area with dishes, ample storage for our belongings, and a spacious bathroom. But the true marvel was the king-sized bed nestled beneath the panoramic circular windows that overlooked the serene, snow-covered expanse outside.
Aitta Restaurant
After dropping off our bags and layering up to brace against the chilly weather, we headed out to explore Aitta, a conveniently located restaurant just across from the resort check-in. We strolled in, the anticipation of a warm meal buoying our spirits, only to be met with a query about reservations. Admittedly, we hadn't thought to book, assuming the close proximity to the resort, with its limited dining options, would negate the need. Presented with the choice of buffet or à la carte, we opted for a more tailored dining experience. After a brief wait, we were led to a table tucked into a corner, playfully surrounded by wine bottles – a quirky touch, though many other tables remained vacant. Undeterred by the slightly odd seating, we settled in, hopeful for a delightful meal.
The menu promised intriguing flavors, and our excitement grew as we pondered the culinary offerings. We started with drinks: a local Finlap beer for him and a cloudberry drink for me, a beverage I’d never encountered before. For appetizers, we chose fried scallops with curry and the provided bread, which arrived soft and inviting, paired with a fluffy, light butter that complemented its texture beautifully. The drinks followed, the beer proving a hit, and my cloudberry drink a sweet, utterly charming surprise. Sadly, this initial optimism quickly waned with the arrival of the scallops. Two meager specimens graced our plate, and they proved surprisingly bland, leaving William unimpressed.
Undeterred, we moved on to our main courses. I chose the Mushroom Risotto and he opted for sautéed reindeer with mashed potatoes, cranberries, and pickles. However, the wait was longer than expected and when our dishes finally arrived, they were disappointingly cold. My risotto, rather than the creamy delight I anticipated, presented as a rather flavorless, bland pesto-like mixture with rice. William’s reindeer dish, unfortunately, fared no better, resembling a soupy concoction where the meat, though slightly gamier, tasted like beef.
Our dining experience was clearly heading south, but determined to salvage what remained of the evening, we decided to indulge in dessert before our snowmobiling adventure. Getting the attention of a waitress proved to be a herculean task. They seemed to be intentionally avoiding eye contact, leaving us feeling ignored and increasingly frustrated. Eventually, as they cleared our half-eaten plates, we managed to place our dessert order. He chose the chocolate cake with orange-rosemary ice cream, fresh berries, and orange syrup, while I opted for the traditional whipped lingonberries with salty caramel and meringue. These, too, were slow to arrive and ultimately fell flat.
The chocolate cake was disappointingly ordinary, and the portion size was shockingly small, leaving us wanting more but in the worst possible way. My whipped lingonberries with salty caramel was not much of a treat either. The flavors clashed, and the consistency was off-putting. Even after finishing, the pattern of neglect continued, as our attempts to flag down a waitress to settle our bill were met with the same frustrating indifference. After multiple failed attempts, we finally managed to secure the bill, but even then, presented with an unreasonable delay.
Overall, our evening at Aitta was a far cry from the hoped-for experience. The service was inattentive and unprofessional for what was presented as a high-class establishment. The food, unfortunately, was simply subpar and certainly not worth the considerable price tag. With a profound sense of disappointment, we would rate our experience at Aitta a dismal 1 out of 10.
Snowmobiling
Despite an earlier culinary disappointment, our spirits remained high as we eagerly approached the snowmobile check-in. Inside, a friendly staff member greeted us, efficiently guiding us through the helmet fitting and waiver signing process. He patiently explained our planned route, ensuring each helmet fit securely before handing out balaclavas – our shield against the biting cold. This small act of preparation hinted at the care they put into ensuring a safe and enjoyable adventure.
Outfitted and ready, we joined the rest of the group where our guide awaited, leading us to a line of gleaming snowmobiles. With a calm and clear demeanor, he delivered thorough instructions on operating the machines, emphasizing hand signals and emergency protocols. A thrill of anticipation surged through us as we mounted our steeds, the engines rumbling beneath us. The adventure was about to begin.
The first ride was an explosion of sensation. As we glided across the snow-dusted landscape, we weaved between towering, snow-laden trees. The experience was both exhilarating and strangely peaceful. The cold, surprisingly, became a mere background hum as we were captivated by the beauty of the winter wilderness. Snow spun like diamonds in our wake, and every turn brought a new perspective on the pristine landscape.
Halfway through our journey, our guide created a magical interlude. He had built a crackling campfire, where he cooked savory sausages and served steaming berry juice. The warmth of the flames chased away the chill, and we gathered around, listening as he shared captivating legends about the aurora borealis, painting a picture of their origins in solar flares. This fireside respite was filled with laughter, shared stories, and a sense of camaraderie that only nature can inspire. As we prepared to return, the guide offered the option to switch drivers. I politely declined, thinking to myself with a chuckle, "I'm still working on riding a bike, let alone controlling one of these machines!"
Though the Northern Lights remained hidden behind the clouds that night, our snowmobiling adventure was nothing short of unforgettable. Returning to the resort around 11 pm, we were still buzzing with adrenaline and excitement. We climbed into bed, our hearts filled with anticipation for the next day’s challenges, the memory of the snow-dusted landscape and the rumble of the engines already etched into our minds. The wilderness had called, and we had answered, ready for more.
Aitta Restaurant: Morning Comforts
We start our days early, braving the crisp morning air to reach Alitta Restaurant. The complimentary breakfast, served in the same location as the previous night's dinner, offers convenient sustenance. While not a culinary masterpiece, we appreciate its inclusion in our resort stay.
Stepping inside, we sought out a comfortable nook, settling into the rustic ambiance. A buffet spread, a vibrant array of fruits, perfectly cooked eggs, tempting pastries, and savory meats, greeted us. We loaded our plates, eager to sample everything, and were pleasantly surprised by the quality and taste – a delightful start to the day.
Though the service was minimal, the restaurant's atmosphere more than compensated. The fire crackling merrily nearby cast a warm glow over the space, its rustic decor creating a cozy haven - a welcome change from our slightly tucked-away corner the previous evening. The ambiance encouraged a sense of relaxed contentment.
Breakfast concluded, we found ourselves with a blissful stretch of time before our horseback riding adventure. We took to the surrounding paths, a leisurely stroll that led to a magical encounter with a few curious reindeer. William attempted a friendly interaction, but both parties seemed a little hesitant, a charmingly awkward moment captured in our memories. We then found ourselves at the resort’s iconic swing overlooking the frozen lake, where we paused to capture some photos against the stunning backdrop.
Later, with a craving for a latte, we hurried into the reception area. The breakfast offerings, while lovely, only included black coffee, not quite our preference. As our lattes were being prepared, I took the opportunity to book our bus tickets online for our excursion to Santa Claus Village. While the 36 euro price tag for both of us was a little steeper than we hoped, it seemed a more budget-friendly option than an Uber. We scheduled our pick-up at Apukka for 2:00 PM and the return from Santa Claus Village for 8:00 PM, confident that this would grant us enough time to fully enjoy all the attractions.
Horseback Riding
The moment arrived: our horseback riding adventure was about to begin. As the activity leader called for a show of hands for those with prior experience, I realized I was the lone novice. But with reassurances that it was a beginner's trail, any anxieties I had quickly faded. We crossed the road to the stables, the scent of hay and horses filling the air, where we were each fitted with helmets. After a brief introduction to the herd, the instructor began matching horse to rider.
I was paired with a charming Norwegian Fjord, a compact and gentle horse that seemed a perfect fit for me. William, on the other hand, received a larger, more robust steed, well-suited to his frame. With a quick boost from the instructor, we were mounted, and soon, led by our guide, we entered a magical, snow-dusted forest.
The scene was breathtaking. Trees, heavy with snow, framed our path, creating a postcard-perfect landscape. The relatively mild weather made the ride even more enjoyable, allowing me to fully appreciate my first experience on horseback. At times, the allure of the surroundings proved too much for my horse, who would occasionally veer off course, needing a gentle nudge back on track.
The ride, though brief, left me with a feeling of accomplishment. Upon returning to the stables, I handed back my helmet, basking in a quiet sense of pride. Inside a small, nearby hut, a fragrant warmth beckoned. I inquired about further instructions and discovered that while we were free to leave, the instructor had plans for a post-ride treat: a crackling fire, warm berry juice, cookies, and sausages - a combination that felt comforting and familiar from a previous adventure.
We decided to stay, eager for a moment to relax and reflect. As the fire took hold, casting dancing shadows around the hut, an awkward silence descended. No one seemed quite sure what to say. Thankfully, our instructor broke the ice, sparking a conversation with interesting facts about the horses and their unique personalities.
After about twenty enjoyable minutes, we bundled up and headed back to Apukka. On the whole, I thoroughly enjoyed the horseback riding. The pace was perfect for a beginner like me, and I felt safe and comfortable throughout. In hindsight, perhaps a break for the fire and refreshments midway through the ride would have been ideal, allowing for the socializing and warming up before the journey’s end. After all, once the activity is over, most people are probably eager to return to their day.
Santa Claus Village
Back at Apukka, we took a breather in the reception area, a cozy space with a bar and tempting snacks. We settled in, anticipating the bus to Santa Claus Village. True to schedule, it arrived, though surprisingly, the driver didn't bother with our tickets. The short, ten-minute ride flew by, and we were soon deposited on the roadside, requiring a slightly inconvenient trek to the village via an underpass. The path was slick with ice, a minor obstacle we navigated without incident.
Our exploration began in the bustling main area, a hub of information and enticing shops. I grabbed a map; it was comically large, more akin to a tablecloth than a guide! We wandered through the shops, absorbing the festive atmosphere before heading to Santa's office. The office, we discovered, was more of an audience chamber, a chance to meet the big man himself, an experience we decided to save for the kids.
Next on our list was Snowman World, but a hefty 30 euro entry fee per person quickly dissuaded us. The only thing that piqued our interest was the Ice Bar, and paying 60 euros just for that seemed exorbitant. So, we continued our adventure, crossing a bridge draped in the magic of reindeer sleigh rides and leading toward Mrs. Claus’s cottage. The cottage was a picture of festive charm against the snowy backdrop, but as it was essentially a café, and our stomachs were quiet, we passed it by. On our return route, we embarked on a bit of a trek to the Husky Park.
Sadly, the park was closed. However, the attendant, a kind soul, allowed us a peek inside. We gladly paid the entrance, and were rewarded with the chance to pet the friendly huskies. Our hearts melted for a sleepy puppy named Sleepy, whose very demeanor mirrored his moniker.
After our husky encounter, the need for pain relief became critical as a headache had started pounding. I had a hankering for Tylenol. Unlike the easy availability of medicine in American stores, in Europe, things are a bit different; you must typically visit an "apotheka", or pharmacy.
Luckily, a nearby gas station seemed to house a small pharmacy. We entered and found the relevant section. A quick Google search revealed that the European equivalent of Tylenol was Paracetamol. We selected a packet, only to discover it was a drink mix, not the familiar pills. With some trepidation, I ripped open the packet, intending to wash it down with water. But, the moment the powder hit my tongue, it began to fizz violently, creating a foamy explosion in my mouth. Wide-eyed and unsure, I looked at William. Swallowing the concoction seemed impossible, and spitting it out wasn't an option. In a panicked attempt to salvage the situation, I tried to transfer the foam into my water bottle, creating a sticky, messy disaster. Amidst the chaos, we couldn't help but burst into laughter; sometimes, the only thing to do is embrace the absurdity of the moment.
Recovered from the Tylenol incident, we decided to try out a reindeer sleigh ride, envisioning a magical finish to our day in the village. We returned to find that our hopes had been dashed; the ride was closed, and shockingly, nearly all the attractions and shops were shut down, despite that it was only 4 p.m. The early closing times were a frustrating end to what had been such a promising visit.
Santa's Pizzas and Burgers & The Loft
Our hunger pangs were becoming insistent, and after our previous dining misadventure at Aitta, we were determined to find a satisfying meal elsewhere. With limited options due to early closures, we landed at Santa's Pizzas and Burgers. We approached the counter, our stomachs rumbling, and placed an order that included a chicken pizza, a classic pepperoni, golden mozzarella sticks, a mountain of fries, and a refreshing blackberry cider.
To our pleasant surprise, the food arrived quickly, steaming hot and undeniably appealing. The blackberry cider was an unexpected highlight, bursting with sweet fruit flavor without a hint of alcohol – perfect for me. Both pizzas were a welcome treat; they were flavorful, tasted freshly made, and were a stark contrast to our disappointing meal the night before. Santa's offered exactly what we needed: a quick, tasty, and satisfying meal that lifted our spirits after some early-evening challenges.
Everything closed early after dinner, so we decided to move our bus booking from 8:00 pm to 6:00 pm, a two-hour jump from our initial booking. This unexpected shift gifted us some precious time. We found ourselves drawn to a hidden gem, The Loft, a bar tucked away on the second floor of the main shop and information hub. Perched at the bar, we were instantly charmed by the friendly bartender. He expertly mixed two exquisite drinks: a shimmering, lemon-drop-esque cocktail with a sophisticated champagne twist for me, and a robust "Bad Santa" for William, a whiskey and cranberry creation. Each drink was a symphony of flavor and a visual delight. Savoring the last of our drinks, we strolled towards the bus stop, ready to return to Apukka, our spirits elevated by the unexpected discovery of The Loft.
After a short five-minute wait, the bus pulled up. We boarded and tried to communicate to the driver that we had tickets for the 8:00 PM service, hoping to either use them for the earlier 6:00 PM departure or buy new ones. This proved difficult due to the language difference, leading to a moment of confusion. Thankfully, we were eventually allowed on board. For anyone planning a bus journey, purchasing tickets online in advance for the outbound trip is convenient, but buying the return ticket directly from the driver on the bus offers greater schedule flexibility. This means you can leave earlier or later depending on your plans.
Snow Train
Back at Apukka, we seized the opportunity for a quick nap, gearing up for our 8:30 pm appointment with the Snow Train. Around eight, we stirred, and the familiar ritual of layering began. We opted for a balance—warm enough for the crisp night air, yet not overly bundled, given the train was enclosed. We joined the gathering point to a diverse mix of fellow adventurers. Three groups stood out: a cluster of ten ladies, seemingly long-time friends; a boisterous party of eight, radiating energy; and then us, amongst other assorted couples. It was a lively and varied crowd, to say the least. Together, we strolled down the street and across to the waiting Snow Train. The train consisted of three cozy carts, each perfect for accommodating the different groups. We settled into the back car, letting the others group together.
Despite the promise of warmth within, the Snow Train ride itself proved… underwhelming. The gentle rocking was about as thrilling as it got. The lack of entertainment onboard and limited visibility through the frosted windows made for a rather dull experience. While perhaps suitable for those with mobility concerns or young children, it simply didn’t offer the excitement we hoped for.
The train eventually rumbled to a halt in the middle of a snow-dusted meadow. Unfortunately, heavy clouds had veiled the sky, hiding any chance of the hoped-for Northern Lights. We disembarked and moved towards a large, inviting yurt, where a crackling fire and familiar aroma welcomed us. We gathered around, sipping hot berry juice and nibbling on sausages and cookies – a spread we had come to know well by this point. The guides delivered a brief talk, recapping information about the Northern Lights, echoing the first night's discussion. The dynamics of our fellow travellers provided some amusement; the energetic party, with their infectious (and occasionally grating) enthusiasm, made for entertaining company.
Before the journey back to the resort, a guide broke the monotony, demonstrating a lively Finnish dance – a sort of hybrid between a conga line and bunny hops, injecting a bit of fun into the evening. Overall, the Snow Train experience, while not terrible, fell a little short of our expectations. It was a pleasant enough evening, but one that left us with a yearning for a bit more sparkle and thrill.
On our way back to the resort, a disappointing email informed us that our planned Husky sledding was cancelled due to the unseasonably warm weather. Back at the resort, we immediately explored alternatives, and the receptionist suggested snowmobiling and the Snow Train. Since we had already participated in both, we made the easy choice of snowmobiling again, knowing it would be enjoyable. Furthermore, we decided to rectify our earlier omission by adding a reindeer sled ride to the schedule. With a full slate of activities now booked, we returned to the comfort of our igloo, anticipating a memorable final day in Finland.
Final Finnish Day
Our final day in Finland's winter wonderland dawns with a promise of gentle magic. A reindeer sleigh glides us through the hushed, snow-draped forest, an experience both serene and profoundly beautiful. Later, the warmth of the spa beckons, a sanctuary where we release the last vestiges of tension and allow ourselves to be enveloped in tranquility. As twilight descends, we embark on a final, exhilarating snowmobile journey, a last chance to witness the ethereal dance of the Northern Lights before we bid adieu to this captivating Arctic realm.
Reindeer Sleigh Ride
After enjoying the complimentary breakfast, which was just as satisfying as the day before, we made our way to the meeting point for the reindeer sledding adventure. Upon arrival, we found ourselves among a sizable group eager for the experience.
Led by the instructor, we walked down and across the street to where the reindeer awaited. The instructor began with a thorough safety briefing, emphasizing the semi-wild nature of the reindeer and the importance of remaining calm and composed throughout the ride because they get scared easily and to not make loud or sudden movements.
Then she went on about the possibility of a reindeer getting spooked and potentially running off. Since all the sleighs tied together, this did little to ease our concerns. The realization that we weren’t provided with any helmets or additional safety equipment only added to our unease. However, we tried to remain optimistic and focused on the adventure ahead, hoping for a memorable experience despite the uncertainties.
Following the instructor’s guidance, we strolled calmly to choose our sled, selecting the most festive-looking reindeer. However, our arrangement was disrupted when we were requested to make room for a family to sit together. Though slightly irritated, we acquiesced and moved closer. Despite the rain and the damp fur beneath us, it was still more comfortable than sitting directly on the wooden sleigh. Fortunately, our waterproof attire kept us dry and shielded from the wet conditions.
As we embarked on the sleigh ride, we expected the reindeer to line up in a row, but this was not the case. Instead, they were staggered, with one walking beside William, antlers towering near his head. We felt uneasy, knowing that any sudden movements could potentially lead to an accident. The shifting of the reindeer in front of us caused the one beside us to move as well, bringing the intimidating antler uncomfortably close. However, as we settled into the ride, our apprehension gradually eased, allowing us to immerse ourselves in the enchanting experience of gliding through the snow-covered forest on a sleigh pulled by reindeer. Despite the initial discomfort, it turned out to be a magical and unforgettable journey.
About half-way though the ride, we halted at a hut with a crackling fire where we were served hot berry juice, sausages, and cookies. The instructor shared fascinating insights about reindeer, explaining how each one in Finland is owned by someone and spends half the year in the wild for reproduction, while in winter, they’re utilized for recreational purposes. Each reindeer bears its owner’s sign on its ear.
We learned about the antler growth and shedding process, fascinating details that added depth to the experience. Once we resumed our journey back to the stables, we were given the chance to feed the reindeer.
Eager for this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I followed the instructor’s advice, offering the hay slowly, and felt a rush of excitement as the reindeer ate from my hand. It was truly exhilarating! Then, we returned to the resort, eagerly anticipating our next activity, a spa experience.
Spa Experience
After changing back at the resort, we were escorted to the spa, where a delightful surprise awaited - we had the entire place to ourselves for two hours! An indoor electric sauna, a Finnish sauna, and a jacuzzi were at our disposal. Seizing the opportunity, we grabbed some drinks – a dirty apple cider and a Finnish beer – before settling in.
We began with the indoor sauna. William thrived in the dry heat, while I found the intense perspiration overwhelming. Seeking a different sensation, I moved to the outdoor jacuzzi. The contrast was immediate: the gentle snowfall against the warmth of the bubbling water was pure bliss. Soon William joined and we relaxed completely into the soothing heat.
William then tested the Finnish sauna, with its wood-burning stove, and deemed it satisfactory, if not as intensely hot as its electric counterpart. As our dedicated spa time ended, both of us felt incredibly refreshed and invigorated. We reluctantly stepped back into the real world, longing for the chance to repeat this relaxing experience again.
Room Service (Aitta Restaurant)
Upon returning to our accommodation, we debated our dinner options prior to our final snowmobile excursion. Despite a previous underwhelming experience at the Aitta restaurant, we chose to try their room service, hoping for improved results. The room-service menu provided some alternatives compared to the restaurant's typical fare, which motivated us to give it another try.
We dialed the room-service number; however, no one answered. After waiting, we attempted to call again with no success. Persisting, we made another attempt, but the phone remained unanswered. Puzzled, we confirmed the restaurant was operational. To resolve the issue, we contacted the front desk, who promised to investigate and have the restaurant call us back. Unfortunately, they didn't follow through. After another inquiry, the front desk informed us of phone issues, assuring us they would manage our order. I requested crispy chicken with fries, and William chose a cheeseburger with fries.
The food arrived promptly, and William's cheeseburger was enjoyable with fresh fries. Regrettably, my crispy chicken appeared unappetizing and tasted heavily of overcooked oil, rendering it inedible. William even agreed it was unpalatable, raising concerns about a restaurant of Aitta's reputation serving such low-quality food. I would not recommend Aitta for dinner, except perhaps for their breakfast. Both experiences were disappointing and felt like a waste of money. William kindly offered a cheese baguette from the reception bar, which I gladly accepted and enjoyed—its taste surpassed Aitta's food by far.
Chasing the Aurora on Snowmobiles
Our spirits, slightly deflated by yet another meal at Aitta, rebounded with the promise of our final adventure: snowmobiling. The familiar ritual of donning helmets was charged with anticipation. Instead of the expected repeat of our first night's route, we were thrilled to discover a completely new course, leading us towards a frozen pond. Even better, the snowmobiles themselves felt upgraded, adding an extra layer of excitement. After a comprehensive safety briefing, we revved our engines, ready to conquer the snowy landscape.
The instructor, a seasoned veteran of the Arctic wilderness, hinted at a possible break in the clouds, offering a tantalizing glimpse of a potential Northern Lights display. He recommended using a camera, pointing out its ability to capture the faint hues with far greater contrast than the naked eye. Our journey began through a wide, open meadow, the snow glistening under the twilight sky. Then, the route snaked upwards, winding through forested hills, and the ride transformed. It became a thrilling, bumpy roller-coaster, not something I usually enjoy, but the adrenaline coursing through me was truly exhilarating.
Halfway through our snowmobiling escapade, we paused in a breathtakingly serene meadow. The air was crisp and still. As we discussed the possibility of the Aurora Borealis making an appearance, our guide expertly built a crackling fire. We huddled around its warmth, mugs of steaming hot berry juice and plates of savory sausages and sweet cookies providing comfort against the chill. He shared fascinating insights into the local birdlife, further enhancing the magic of the moment.
Though we strained our eyes, hoping for a celestial dance, the elusive Northern Lights stubbornly remained veiled behind a thick curtain of clouds. Undeterred, we continued our snowmobile journey, descending the hills and making frequent stops to scan the sky. We did manage to capture a faint, almost ethereal hint of green in one of our photos, but it was a pale shadow of the spectacular display we had so eagerly yearned for. Our final night’s quest to witness the grandeur of the Aurora remained sadly unfulfilled.
We returned to the resort, a mixture of exhaustion and lingering excitement swirling within us. The memories of our snowmobiling adventure were vibrant in our minds. Knowing our Arctic journey was coming to a close, we retreated to the comfort of our rooms, preparing for the early wake-up call at 3:00 am that would transport us to Rovaniemi Airport.
Closing
Our Finnish adventure, while missing the magic of the Northern Lights, proved to be an incredibly rewarding experience. We discovered new passions, shared memorable moments, and found comfort in the unique charm of the Apukka Resort, even if the Aitta Restaurant fell short. We're left with a hopeful anticipation for future aurora sightings, perhaps during our visit to Iceland, early 2025. Until then, we are brimming with excitement for our next journey to Croatia.
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