Hotel Hetan Majatalo
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... something new or outstanding. Lunch was a "what's left affair?" And then off in a minibus/car/jeep for a visit to the local museum of Sami culture. "Local" meant a 50 mins' drive eastwards to Hetta. Same sort of snow, same fir trees, frozen lakes, skimobile tracks and rarely a human being. We did spot one solitary rambling reindeer who clearly hadn't heard of the Green Cross Code, but precious little else on the wildlife front.
The Sami museum was ...
... turn around" in our rabbit hutches and then the group trickled together at the petrol station cafÚ where Barry and I were connecting with the rest of the world via the Internet. Blog completed and footy results checked, three of us walked into Sweden and paid a vist to the Swedish cultural museum. You know you are getting on when the museum is highlighting artefacts and memorabilia from the 50s and 60s! This museum was a converted police house laid out in traditional style ...
... neither turn a corner, snowplough or stop, I opted out for an "early bath". Steph ploughed on (!) and seemed to enjoy the experience despite a bruised coccyx for her pains. Back at the Rabbit Hutches the rest of the Sextet played cards and drank tea and coffee. Will they succumb to bingo next? I hear you wonder.
S and I staggered into a late siesta before supper which turned out to be a resurrected chilli and sweet ...
... clearing, beautifully blue skies from the north and the genuine prospect of more glimpses of the Northern Lights. An afternoon interlude of knitting/sewing for the ladies and Cribbage for the men - we know how to have fun!
Supper was remarkable for its second consecutive day of "real" meat, in the shape of chicken legs. Very tasty too and much better than the veggy lasagne. We were due to set off for the snowmobiling at 7. Feverish activity broke out again, however, as ...
... managed to sink a foot and then leg into 4 feet of snow leaving 'her indoors' to her own devices. S screamed at the now absent "deaf old sod" to brake and only realised the folly of her desperate cries when she saw no-one at the helm. G meanwhile was up to his armpits in snow and had some difficulty in finding any foothold or purchase. S blazed on recklessly, finally managed to wriggle her way up and back onto the "steering end", braked hard, but ...
How has this hotel rated in the past?
- Continental Breakfast
- Fitness/Health center
- Free parking
- Kids activities or Babysitting