Quick piece of advice – never drink with Finnish people.
Seriously, there are things in life you should not do, and matching Finns shot for shot is right up there with eating that crayfish terrine on the breakfast buffet.
Our evening last night began with swords full of meat at a Russian restaurant (“Sorry, we are out of bear paws”) and ended with us dancing to 1990′s Finnish hits in a bar made out of ice. At least, that’s were my recollection ended.
I will look through my photos and put together a post for you during the 13 hour flight home tomorrow (it’s already Saturday morning here), but in the meantime, here’s a picture before things got out of hand:
I also have a few videos for you, but I can’t look at moving images right now or I’ll vomit.