Spent most of yesterday on a long-planned trip to Bengtskär, the tallest finnish lighthouse.
But failed in the effort.
The journey stealthily turned into something else altogether. Despite an explicit acknowledgment from the ticketing booth, the target shifted from the lighthouse to Viking Experience Center in Rosala.
The journey itself wasn’t bad at all. The late finnish summer in the archipelago showed its best sides in abundant sunlight and glittering sea. The salmon soup offered for lunch was less salmony than expected, a single big chunk in a big cup wasn’t too thrilling. The lighthouse itself was passed by from afar, it was barely visible as a tiny spike on the horizon, miles away.
The Viking Experience turned out to be very much on the underwhelming side. While the buildings were authentically weathered replicas of the originals, the village of sorts was miniscule indeed. The highlight of the short walk was a rope-assisted climb up a few meters of cliff-face (photos to follow for those in disbelief).
Inside the viking center there were a couple of swords to be fiddled with, and a video that compressed Edda to creation/ragnarök-myths in seven minutes, missing out on almost everything in the saga.
The twin viking ships were not advertised at all, but were easily accessible, bobbing gently in the bay.
Rosala, as a secluded island, was an odd experience. In blatant contrast to the pristine fields and nice-ish houses, there was a lot of discarded junk on the sides of the roads, giving the place a definite white trash-look.
The stiff south/west-winds that render approach and disembarking in Bengtskär too dangerous didn’t really materialize on the trip. But the alternate destination was much easier to sail to. On the ship called Summersea the waves weren’t really felt (apart from a few stretches when the sea is unprotected by an intervening island)
An OK day altogether, but a vastly different one than planned.