Today we wake up in Tromso, the most northern city in the world, well north of Iceland. Breakfast is a traditional Norwegian dish of pickled wolverine testicles. We travel by bus to somewhere in the wilderness where we are kitted out in some serious arctic outdoors wear. The temperature here is minus 30 today. Our morning activity today is dog sledding; fortunately I have watched the entire series of Sergeant Preston of the Yukon, so driving a dog sled is second nature to me.
Our team of Alaskan Huskies are surprisingly eager to pull our sled. These little doggies are surprisingly fast and strong. This trip is quite exhilerating but also seriously cold. A certain member of our team suffers quite badly so I am forced to kill a reindeer and push her hypothermic body inside the carcasse.
In the evening we go to our previously booked restaurant who have no record of our booking-anyway they manage to squeeze us in. The small menu consists of a total of 13 dishes all up; the waiter then informs us that most of these are unavailable; must be some sort of Norwegian thing.
Just an observation: the big problem with this arctic weather is that it causes all one's clothes to shrink,especially around the waist. The other problem is the constant battle to replace calories lost to extreme low temperatures-I believe we are losing this battle.
We are also given copious amounts of fish soup.
We then return to Tromso by auotobus.
In the evening we go to our previously booked restaurant who have no record of our booking-anyway they manage to squeeze us in. The small menu consists of a total of 13 dishes all up; the waiter then informs us that most of these are unavailable; must be some sort of Norwegian thing.
Just an observation: the big problem with this arctic weather is that it causes all one's clothes to shrink,especially around the waist. The other problem is the constant battle to replace calories lost to extreme low temperatures-I believe we are losing this battle.
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