The Night Train to Rovaniemi Taught Me to Stop Checking the Time
Twelve hours north from Helsinki in a tiny cabin, with reindeer on the tracks and nowhere to be until morning.
Twelve hours north from Helsinki in a tiny cabin, with reindeer on the tracks and nowhere to be until morning.
There is no direct train between two of Iberia's loveliest cities, and that turns out to be the best thing about the journey.
How a tiny rocky island in the Turku archipelago made me plan my food, count my water and finally sleep.
After many sleeper trains across Europe, my bag has shrunk to the few things that genuinely make the night better.
Every June I go back to the same lakeside cabin in central Finland, and every year the nightless night does the same quiet work on me.
I stopped trying to see everything and stayed seven days in a single Italian hill town. Here is what changed.