Tropical paradise
Tuesday, July 12th, 2016 | Travel
Given that I am from The North and Elina is from Finland, we are not hot weather people. Twenty degrees is fine. Twenty-five is roasting. This is the reason that when are looking for holiday destinations, we usually head north.
But it doesn’t work. Everywhere we got turns into a tropical paradise.
This is a photo I took on the Summer Isles…
They’re a small series of islands in Wester Ross, Scottish Highlands. On the west coast. The place where it rains every day. This was in September. It was exhausting climbing to the top of the hill because it was so warm.
Then here is us in Finland. The country where it regularly goes to minus twenty degrees celsius in the winter…
This is just after we had been swimming in the sea. The baltic sea. The one that spends half the year frozen. The day after we went swimming in a few lakes and that was even warmer. We went lake-swimming on our last trip too.
Finally, here is us in Iceland…
Iceland. The country of ice. The clue is in the name! On the right, we’re at the pool in our hotel. It was too warm to sit in for long, so we sat on the decking, that even in the shade was warm enough to sit outside. On the left, the blue lagoon, from which I came home from sunburnt.
Every time we pick a colder and colder country to visit, and every time it ends up being super warm. How does this keep happening?
Given that I am from The North and Elina is from Finland, we are not hot weather people. Twenty degrees is fine. Twenty-five is roasting. This is the reason that when are looking for holiday destinations, we usually head north.
But it doesn’t work. Everywhere we got turns into a tropical paradise.
This is a photo I took on the Summer Isles…
They’re a small series of islands in Wester Ross, Scottish Highlands. On the west coast. The place where it rains every day. This was in September. It was exhausting climbing to the top of the hill because it was so warm.
Then here is us in Finland. The country where it regularly goes to minus twenty degrees celsius in the winter…
This is just after we had been swimming in the sea. The baltic sea. The one that spends half the year frozen. The day after we went swimming in a few lakes and that was even warmer. We went lake-swimming on our last trip too.
Finally, here is us in Iceland…
Iceland. The country of ice. The clue is in the name! On the right, we’re at the pool in our hotel. It was too warm to sit in for long, so we sat on the decking, that even in the shade was warm enough to sit outside. On the left, the blue lagoon, from which I came home from sunburnt.
Every time we pick a colder and colder country to visit, and every time it ends up being super warm. How does this keep happening?