When we came to port, I went straight to the airport. I was able to catch the last plane out of the northernmost town in the world. A 45-minutes flight with Six Flags Airlines got me to the town known as the Paris of the North, due to its abundance of bars and pubs. It's the largest town north of the polar circle, and the gateway to the Arctic.
I checked into my hotel and went to a bar next door, where I met a lot of friends who where there for a geo-science conference. We had a couple of beers before I went to bed around 3 am.
From my hotel room I had a nice view to the Cathedral of the Arctic Sea.
Next morning I got on a plane to the south and made it home for the weekend, good to get home to my family and my drum kit. It's almost like summer today, and we have mowed the lawn, for the first time this year.
Next week there is a Kizz concert in town. You know, that band from the 70's with face paint and crazy outfit. It was one my favorite bands when I was a kid. Later I have realized that musically, it's a less than average band, but anyway, it will be cool to see them live >:)
