Some perversity inspires me this morning (Merry Christmas! though it’s in the 60s) to take readers to the Ice Hotel at Jukkasjärvi, 200 miles North of the Arctic Circle. My wife, Victoria, has often expressed a desire to stay there, an idea I annually poo-poo with fervor, and yet the prospect is not without its seasonal enchantment (most years). A classic package for two runs SEK 11 305. No dollar translation on the website. Well, if you have to ask …
A new ice hotel is built every year in a different design. One year it was modeled after Shakespeare’s Globe Theatre. It is built, occupied for three months, then it melts.
This National Geographic video paints the place in what seems to me to be unusually stark and unpleasant tones. The website for the hotel displays it much more alluringly in still photography. The NG vid spends a lot of time on the ice glasses produced for drinks, but very little time on the beds in the hotel’s suites. Are they made of ice, too? It appears so. What about the bed sheets and covers? They seem to be furry. Are there prizes for which couple melts their bed fastest? I’m sorry, but these are issues facing the nation (fortunately, that nation is Sweden).
Here are some photos, actually screenshots, from the hotel website: