Tromsø is unsure what to do with itself.
The city is a party haven and host to the chess World Cup. It’s full of bikers and caravaners. You can walk across the main island in a few hours, down the main drag in a few minutes, and everywhere you walk, you walk into restaurants and hairdressers. Everything is manageably sized, an enlarged SimCity, boasting several ‘northermosts’: university, planetarium, botanical garden, cathedral, symphony orchestra, brewery, and Major Burger Chain Franchise Outlet.
The city’s clocks captivate me. Natural ones and mechanical ones: dandelion clocks and clock tower clocks.
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Jot’tit lea buorit go orrot is a traditional Saami saying that translates as, ‘to move on is better than to stay put’. Over the next two months, I’ll spend my time travelling across the pastures of Finnmark to find out exactly what that phrase means.
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Would you donate part of your body to a stranger – someone you’ve never met and who will never repay you? Someone did, last year. Actually, 104 people did. One person even gave away a bit of their liver.
If you prefer a less permanent form of doing good, maybe you’d carry out a random act of kindness? Or how about hugging a stranger? That’s still quite nice.
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