It wouldn’t be Finland without a sauna. A place of vodka and tiny testicles. A place where they beat you with a stick.
Alas, there was no beat down. No smack down, no rub down and certainly, no let down.
Finland, or as we'll now call it, Land of the Fins, has beautiful women.
Here’s one right here:
One thoughtful enough to accompany me on a country stroll through the fields of Ruissalo, Turku.
Notice the subtle difference in visibility from that of Tampere:
Wherest I awaken, with glee, at the thought of seeing more beautiful, fog-covered women with fins.
But we hadn’t the time. There was much to do before our trek back to Helsinki, where tickets of one ice hockey game await. You may know it as “hockey,” but to the locals, it’s known only as, “ice hockey.”
There’s really no logical transition from “ice hockey,” to “old man feeding water foul.” But it’s a cute picture. And who doesn’t like cute?
Alas, there was no beat down. No smack down, no rub down and certainly, no let down.
Finland, or as we'll now call it, Land of the Fins, has beautiful women.
Here’s one right here:
One thoughtful enough to accompany me on a country stroll through the fields of Ruissalo, Turku.
Notice the subtle difference in visibility from that of Tampere:
Wherest I awaken, with glee, at the thought of seeing more beautiful, fog-covered women with fins.
But we hadn’t the time. There was much to do before our trek back to Helsinki, where tickets of one ice hockey game await. You may know it as “hockey,” but to the locals, it’s known only as, “ice hockey.”
There’s really no logical transition from “ice hockey,” to “old man feeding water foul.” But it’s a cute picture. And who doesn’t like cute?
