The North Cape owes its attraction to the high plateau with 300-400 m cliffs falling straight into the Arctic Sea. At such a position above the sea surface you are almost guaranteed to be buffeted by strong winds, and at the edge of the Arctic Sea, wind is pretty chilling as well. So the tourists, spilling out from their warm and cosy coaches dressed in thin clothes, really do feel they are fallen prey to the powers of Harsh and Unforgiving Nature. Obviously they love this exciting experience, at least for some minutes before they hurry back into their buses.
They never seem to realise they have been tricked into believe they are at the End of Europe. However, they fail to recognise the low and humble headland jutting out to the west side of North Cape. I have arrowed it on this infrared overview snapshot. Now, that *is* the northernmost point. However, no roads lead there and thus no coaches either. Just the natural ambience created by the eternal sound of pounding waves and the cries of the sea gulls.