I've got a bunch of postcards I've been carrying around for a couple of days. I really must send them. In the meantime, greetings from Narvik where I've found a pub with wifi.
“The king of Norway once sat at this table”, our host Tor told us proudly over breakfast this morning. “This is the most photographed chair in all of Norway”, he added, and then told us about how the guest-house in which I'm staying was once a building for German soldiers during the Second World War. … Continue reading Don’t Mention The War
It's about one o'clock in the morning and it's light outside. Although I know the sun is out there somewhere, I can't actually see it, due to the fog which has enveloped Narvik. I'm staying in the top floor room of a guest house. “You're in the old maid's room”, the bloke who owns the … Continue reading Polar Circle
To get to the island of Skeppsholmen, you need to cross a small bridge. Once on the other side, you notice instantly how different the mood is from the main business district of Stockholm. You can hear the birds, most people seem to use bicycles to get around, and there's a lovely peace about the … Continue reading Summer Night City