This was one of the reasons I had come to Norway — I wanted to go as far north as I could and see for myself how people managed to survive such a dualistic relationship with the sun without going at least some kind of crazy.

But the real attraction of the MS Trollfjord was the view. On sightseeing cruises like the Hurtigruten, landscape is transformed into a kind of currency — an inherent (albeit shifting) value placed upon unimpeded sightlines. By boarding a ship that declares itself “the world’s most beautiful voyage,” passengers maintain an expectation of transcendent topographic voyeurism.


source:
A Journey in Which I Travel North, on the World’s Most Beautiful Voyage, Searching for the Specter of My Grandfather and a Glimpse of the Ever-Elusive Midnight Sun
New York Times, September 19, 2014