Those are the coordinates right now, eleven minutes past midnight. It is the last official night of the Midnight Sun, in which the sun does not fully sink below the horizon before beginning its rebound.
I am at a keyboard on a ship moving east across the top of Norway. On one screen boston.com, on another the blogging software. I have entries to post about the flight north and about an idle afternoon in Berlevag, with Essdras' photos for both. But it is bed time, and I just wanted to point out that here, in the Arctic, a person can surf the sea and the Internet at the same time.
Funny to think, then, that only 150 years ago Norwegians moving north came to Berlevag in 20-foot wooden boats, each rowed for days and nights by two men, cold and wet.