As a tourist, it was disconcerting to ply the waters of the Baltic Sea during White Nights (the time period around the summer solstice when nights are short and the skies are lit in a milky glow).
Not only were the days so long (giving us more time to see the sights) but the nights never really became dark.
Mom and I always sleep with our drapes and blinds open (much easier on the ship than on the river cruise last year when open blinds meant strong lights shining in during every lock passage—and there were a lot of them!).
But, even after eating a late dinner (it just didn’t “feel” like dinner time earlier with the sun so high in the sky) and sampling the ship’s nightly entertainment, heading to bed in what seemed like full daylight was odd. I rather felt like I was a youngster being sent to bed early (but definitely not without supper; my post-trip visit to the scales confirmed that). Note: The drapes on the Star, while not lightproof, are definitely room darkening, so you don’t have to worry about eyeshades if you keep the drapes drawn.
More than once, Mom or I would tumble out of bed in what our clock told us was “the middle of the night” only to see those well-lit skies outside our veranda. We were traveling during a full moon and never even noticed the white orb—the sky was that light.
But don’t count on sleeping in much, either. Dawn broke early and even I, not an early bird by any description, sometimes found it hard to stay abed when the new day was so obviously a borning and ready for new adventures.
That’s okay; there’d be plenty of time for sleeping—when we get back home!