After the 18 hour train ride, we then had to take a bus another 45 minutes or so to a small town outside of JokkMokk, called Vuollerim (Scotty always unintentionally called it Voldemort). As soon as we got on the bus, we saw our very first reindeer, standing in the road! Welcome to Norrland, my friends.
In my usual fashion, I didn't try to secure us a place to stay while we were out there. I kept feeling something in my gut telling me we would just meet the people we were supposed to meet, and we would get invited to stay at someones house. Staying in hotels isn't really my favorite (unless I get drunk and jump on the bed) and they were all booked up for the market anyways. Walking around in the world without obligations, schedules, and plans allows for you to open up in a way that the spirit of a place responds to. Everything always works out if you let it, and the magick flows through it all as long as you follow the signs. I always say "skip the want." Its how I roll. If you want something, have a goal or an intention or an idea, you can't want it too much. If you start wanting wanting wanting, you try to grasp and control too much, try to dominate and choke the malleability of reality, try to impose your own will upon the world. It becomes ego driven, selfish. If you have an intention, as long as its pure and will cause no harm, skip the want. Just kindof already accept that it will come. Don't try to grasp it, to hold it, to choke it. Its already happened, its coming. No need to want it.
We rolled into the arctic with this mindset, but I also knew we couldn't just sleep outside camped out somewhere if we didn't find a place to stay. It was around - 17 F pretty consistently. Fucking cold. So cold our breath turned into ice all around our mouths, sticking to our eyelashes and scarves, Scotty's beard and mustache. I feel comfortable playing homebum in most scenarios, but without sleeping bags or blankets, you can freeze to death pretty quick out there. And while the streets are packed down, and there are snow mobile trails packed down enough to walk on, the snow is knee deep to armpit deep everywhere, so even setting up a camp would have been difficult.
So I decided to check out AIRBNB - the website with cheap places to stay, and somehow, someway, we caught a three day opening for a 'rustic arctic cabin' for 100 dollars. Yep, 100 for three nights, for an entire house, complete with cutlery and furniture and heaters and everything. Perfect landing pad!
Check out that sunset!