As the plane lowered its flight braking through the layer of clouds we were enveloped by a sudden darkness.
'It's going to be like this throughout our stay. It's a polar night over here.' I whispered to one of our guests. His gaze was very uncertain.
We kissed a ground that we had landed on, as is a tradition in my homeland, and we started our journey through evergreen, stretched for miles woodlands. The next morning, when we arrived to a shore, we were welcomed by dunes, cliffs, singing sands and a blue, twenty degrees water. It was beautiful. But it was a first thunderstorm of the season that made the biggest impression on us all. It caught us in the evening, when we were back in the woods. More precisely, when we were reaching the highest peak of the area - the Bald Mountain (a well renowned witches meeting place). Thunders, lightning and a sudden downpour took us by surprise. There was no point in running and no point in hiding. The Universe showcased its power! Rapid, impromptu streams showed us a way down and led us to safety.
As I recall this events we have just returned from Hel. My feet are still on fire but it was totally worth the experience. That is however another story.
When I look at this polar land with eyes of a tourist it is a one amazing place.
