
The northward trajectory of the trip peaked at Arjeplog, Sweden near the Arctic circle (66 degrees north). We viewed the midnight sun from Mount Gaultipoudis and had a Swedish "fika" (coffee and pastry) at 1 a.m.
Currently I am in Kiel Germany watching the sail boats come in to Kiel harbor from my apartment window. This is start of "Kiel Week" a week long celebration of sailing with boats the size of sunfish to three-masted schooners plying the waters of the Baltic sea. The scene from my window is placid, but it is a different story along the promenade by the harbor. Basically it is a mile-long collection of bratwurst stands, beer halls, live music every 100 yards, and drunk Germans. Just think of a Penn State tailgate on massive quantities of steroids and beer. I can report that Duckstein bier fresh from the tap perfectly complements a bratwurst. A Konig's pilsner also quenches one's thirst while watching boats and babes. And, a good schwarz bier goes well with listening to an Irish folk band.





