I am in the North. I am about as far north as you can get on mainland Europe and there's not a fat lot here. Rocks and ice. Ice and rocks. And sea.
I left Tromso, the Arctic Capital, yesterday evening. It's the most northerly city in the world, apparently and has a history elbow deep in polar bear gizzards. It was a bizarre place. Surprisingly like any other city, with its H&M and its museums and its trendy cathedral and its cafe culture, just with piles of snow at one side of any surface people would be travelling on.
Went to Trollfjord. That's where the trolls live. Sadly I didn't see any. Which was hardly a surprise, given the all conquering darkness. Trollfjord is supposed to be absolutely spectacular. The small amount of it that I saw looked fairly much the same as any other circle of spotlight-illuminated rock. Note to self. Next time bring flares.
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