Night came and I was actually tired enough to fall asleep, being creeped out about Hotel Ranga notwithstanding.
Before we slept though, we put in a Northern Lights wakeup call, where reception calls you if they see the lights.
A little after midnight, they actually called. My bud and I were passed out. Pokin was still up. Who knows why.
We hurriedly got dressed in a lot of layers and went outside.
Only for the aurora to have disappeared from the naked eye in that time.
For a place that specializes in the aurora we didn’t get a lot of directions. They just had us file out to the front of the hotel where tonnes of parking lot lights were still blaring.
Since we didn’t have any direction, different guests started staring in different directions. Eventually we figured out Northern lights meant we should look north. And some time after that we actually figured out which direction was actually north.
I still didn’t see anything, but Pokin remembered that the camera can capture light where the naked eye cannot, so she started setting up long exposure shots.
Her camera picked this up.
My bud and I didn’t see a thing ourselves.
“Doesn’t count if we can’t see it with our own eyes,” my bud said.
I agreed.
“Does this mean we should go, like to Finland or Sweden later this year?” Pokin asked hopefully.
My bud and I give her a look. We’re cold, it’s windy, we got up for imaginary lights.
Time to go back to bed.
