Dreamed of the viking lands a million times, and finally, I was able to make a trip to Norway. My last stop in this fairyland was Tromsø, the largest city within the Arctic Circle, and most importantly, one of the best places in the world to see the northern lights.
I wish I was able to give a magical story about how I have spotted the northern light just like the stories you might have seen in most of other articles about this city. However, this time, it seems the Aurora wanted me to explore the arctic nature more than her lights.
It is November and in Tromsø the sunlight only shows up for about five hours. Driving south along the Balsfjorden toward Fagernes, little did I expect how rapidly the scenery could change in an hour, even on the same island. From dark forest with barely leaves to mirror-like waters that makes it seems to be a two-dimensional world. Soon, white color dominates the picture with crystallized tree branches and snow mountain in the far behind.
Turning to the road to the west of Fagernes, the view alters again. The road was mostly covered in snow and temperature dropped as we drove deeper in to the center of the island. Nordic houses and cabins are less frequently seen in this area, neither vehicles.
Gradually, snow mountains appear closer and larger, and until the end of the road, the mountains completely exhibited their beauty in front of us, still mysteriously with the mist over the water. I could no longer wait for an another second and jumped out of the car. 
It was cold as it should be in the north pole. I climbed on the rocks, and stood in front of the waters, staring at the snow mountains that I had to raise up my head to see back in southwest China nearing the Himalayas. As magical as those in my memory but less sense of distance, these mountains seem as if they are willing to hear your stories when you would like to talk.
Wonderful things are always passing swiftly and hard to capture. The weather was extremely cold that one could barely stand outside for more than five minutes. After hiding back into the car several times, I farewelled these new old friends, but will remember this surprising encounter as a gift from the lady Aurora.
Glamorous Journey 