There was a lot going on today: tasted torskelever for the first time (the whole experience wierded me out but hey, someones gotta bring home the bacon!), sneezed about 749 times, got to mess about with theater make-up and 14 year-old theater enthusiasts..


And the freakiest thing happened on my way home at night. I thought I´d make my usual couple of km walk home a bit more interesting by taking photos. And so I paused for an artsy photo shoot with this cool rundown building. I got a couple of good shots and I didn´t realize until I got home that actually half of them were covered with this eery haze (maybe a good thing I didn´t notice there..). Is it getting cold in Tromsö or do I see dead people??