Mowl
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Not too expensive either. Of course, the locals see the lights all the time, but as the short BBC documentary from Sodankylä shows you, it never gets old. Phenomena on that scale puts you and your life into some perspective. You see your place in the bigger picture and it really ain't all that much. My man Kalle is from Sodankylä, as is his wife Jenni. The kids are very much Helsinki, but they visit their real home in Sodankylä several times a year.
You can fly up to Rovaniemi in around two hours, but the train takes eleven to twelve hours depending.
Coach liners you book online take around fourteen hours, and they have a WC aboard - but the tickets are dirt cheap from Helsinki.
One odd thing about the end of Finnish winter: the snow we bulldoze and pack onto trucks is taken to the area around the main prison about fifteen kilometers out of town. The trucks pull up every few minutes and pile the collected snow which is then bulldozed into place afterwards. But that snow is still there at the height of summer, months later when we're all complaining about the heat. You can whizz out on the bus and have a snowball fight, or rather, ice-ball fights. It turns black as the dust piles over it from the summer breeze. The prisoners bet on whether it'll still be there piled up when the next year's season begins.
Anything to fill in the time, I guess.
But during the Celtic Tiger years, Helsinki/Vantaa was packed with Irish families bringing the kids up to Santa's village outside Rovaniemi.
Money to burn, so it was - the stupid fuckers.
Look at them now?
You can fly up to Rovaniemi in around two hours, but the train takes eleven to twelve hours depending.
Coach liners you book online take around fourteen hours, and they have a WC aboard - but the tickets are dirt cheap from Helsinki.
One odd thing about the end of Finnish winter: the snow we bulldoze and pack onto trucks is taken to the area around the main prison about fifteen kilometers out of town. The trucks pull up every few minutes and pile the collected snow which is then bulldozed into place afterwards. But that snow is still there at the height of summer, months later when we're all complaining about the heat. You can whizz out on the bus and have a snowball fight, or rather, ice-ball fights. It turns black as the dust piles over it from the summer breeze. The prisoners bet on whether it'll still be there piled up when the next year's season begins.
Anything to fill in the time, I guess.
But during the Celtic Tiger years, Helsinki/Vantaa was packed with Irish families bringing the kids up to Santa's village outside Rovaniemi.
Money to burn, so it was - the stupid fuckers.
Look at them now?