Santa Claus Holiday Village, Rovaniemi, Finland.
Well, none of those "plans" went according to "plan". Which is why I hate making "Plans", and now I never do. And I never say never.
Hekki, the president of KARU MC had already pre-arranged a special meeting for me with the jolly bearded one, so we got there ahead of time to have a little lunch in the restaurant at the Santa Claus Holiday Village. They have a really great lunch buffet there that had me going up for a third plate, but since it was fish I was ok on the weekly calorie count...........yea, right !!. The only time I ever watch calories is when they're on the way in to my mouth !!.
After being treated to lunch by Hekki (thank you again Hekki-san) we stopped by the Official Mail Room where Santa gets all his mail. If you mail Santa a card or letter to the above address in the first photo, this is where it get's delivered, sorted and opened by Santa's elves. Really.
Did you know?. Neither did I.
That's a lot of feet.
After visiting with Santa he wanted to come down and see my "Toy", my 2 WD sidecar.
I would like to extend my gratitude Hekki M for arranging this meeting for me and also a big thank you to Santa Claus for taking the time to come down for some photo's.
In all honesty I had a great time with Santa and thought it super cool to meet him and have him come down to see my outfit. I guess it's the kid in me, the part that just doesn't want to grow up. If I did, I wouldn't be able to enjoy these moments as much, as "Responsibility" would kick in and overshadow my whole "Irresponsible" journey to begin with.
In the off-season, Rudolph get's to rest. This is Randolph, Rudolph's cousin twice removed who pulls Santa sleigh duty.
I'm told that this is Santa's Sleigh.
Snow, snow and more snow.
I hope you all enjoyed this post as much as I did in making it. A winter traveler I am first and foremost I guess. Wherever there's snow, that seems to be where I am happiest. Snow covered landscapes are unusually quiet as fresh snow absorbs sound, lowering ambient noise over a landscape. Camping out in Sinetta for a few days in a snow covered and frozen riverbed, it was deathly quiet. No noise whatsoever except for the crackling of the logs burning on the fire.
That story and images are part of next weeks post, along with my Igloo building experience with Jukka of Snowbrick, where I got to find out how to build an Igloo and stay overnight in one on a floor covered with reindeer skins.
Meanwhile, as promised, here is the real story of how Santa Claus came to be: