On Monday I rose in the constant darkness and caught the bus too Tromsø airport where I panic bought rolls of caramel chocolates before the flight back to Paris. I’ve never been in a plane that had to be de-iced before so that was an experience (like being in the airplane version of a car-wash) and we were soon in the air, grateful to catch a glimpse of…
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