Welcome to Tromsø folks!

After two days travelling through the north of Sweden in Ralf, we are finally at the almost-end of the world.

I initially planned to devote some electronic inc to write a blog post about that trip, but since Martin has already done exactly that, I will instead just say this:

I love passing the arctic circle . Photo by Martin.

Torne träsk is to die for.

Abisko is a tiny and very cute village and the mountain that hosts Swedens oldest chair lift and no groomed slopes is very impressive.

As is Abisko-Jokken.

And the hole that they blew straight through the mountain to let the water pass.

I think that everyone deserves to go north once in a while.

Having said that, I would also like to say – Welcome to Tromsø folks! Please, allow me to take you on a tour in and around our home for the next 6 months. Warning! Keep a plastic bag at hand, you may throw up.

So this is the view from inside the house. No need for a TV.

And this is the view from the mountain in our backyard (at 10 pm).

Here are some clouds.

We have plenty of them.

This is the trail that runs down the mountain in our backyard.

And here we are riding that trail.

You did get that bag, right?

Same trail.

Different rider. Photo by Martin.

And this is our nearest car camping spot, 10 minutes from our house.

And now, I would like to introduce you to our new neighbors for the summer (you really need that bag now).

They may appear a bit shy at first.

But if you just stand still and let them get to know you, they are super friendly (note, I am standing on the trail, I did not hunt them down).

You have probably spilled your guts already, so sorry. I can’t help it, THEY LIVE BEHIND OUR HOUSE!

I still don’t get that we are going to live up here. The whole thing feels completely surreal. I think that I would probably explode out of smugness if it wasn’t for the 5°C rain that chills me out. But then again, our house and Ralf’s big ass protects us pretty well from that rain…

Breakfast at Ralf’s.

I think there is a pretty big chance I will explode anyway.

Martin shoving a bun down his throat do prevent explosion.

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