We are now sat in our lovely hotel room looking across Tromso harbour to the Arctic Cathedral and the bridge linking Tromso Island to its neighbour.
The trip from the airport to the hotel was very simple on the Flybussen although trying to track our journey on the map was less easy. They seem to have carved a whole road network complete with roundabouts under the middle if the island. Very Bond Villain.
The hotel is as great as we expected, the buffet dinner – even the bits left at 8.30 pm – was very good, a filling hot dog casserole with crusty bread followed by cheese and biscuits.
We then went for a stroll around Tromso and quickly realised just how cold it is. We did get to see more of TNL. Nothing we could photo & Sar’s description of them being like ghosts in the sky was perfect.
At a more earthly level the slippers in the hotel are ridiculously long. Amy could ski with them.
Time for choccies, coffee and sniffters methinks.