30.05.2019 The road to the border takes just 15 minutes from Kirkenes. The Norwegian border station was deserted at 08:15 when I walked in. A counter window opened, and a mix of blond Viking Ken and Robocop greeted me, a ton of equipment hanging on his belt, all black, but no weapon. “Hello. Norsk?” “No”.ContinueContinue reading “Murmansk”
