Pole to Pole
Day 14: The Barents Sea to Tromsø
'This isn't . . . baby seal, I hope?'
'Oh no, sir,' he assures me, 'it's very old seal.'
Later, I walk back to my hotel across the main square, the Storttogret. There are queues outside the night-clubs and a group of drunken boys are kicking over tables and upturning sunshades. Not violently, but with a lunging, lurching, bleary desperation. They probably think they're having a good time. Nearer the hotel two quieter lads are gazing out towards the snow-capped mountains that surround the city. It's only after a while that I realize they are actually peeing into the harbour. It's midnight and in the west, over the cold hills of the island of Kvaløy, the sun is already starting to climb again.
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- Series: Pole to Pole
- Day: 14
- Country/sea: Norway
- Place: Tromsø
- Book page no: 30
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