Later, as I fall asleep at the Sommarøy Arctic Hotel, the town is so quiet that it is difficult to tell the difference between the hours – there is no traffic, no general noise, regardless of the hour. Fully aware of the irony, I set my alarm for 03:30 to see if I can learn anything about the fluidity of time from venturing out at what, anywhere else, might be considered an ungodly hour.
