Met a fellow on the Helsinki airport bus just back from sailing from St Martin to England. He considers himself one of the Finnish minority – the Swedish speaking Finns. While on the bus into city he gave me some great directions and advice, like eschewing the tram and walking to my hostel. Walked past the City Hall – impressive. And then a Russian cathedral – even more so. The midnight twilight, the still air and the lighting off the walls and stones made for a great welcome to Finland. Even more so having met the young sea-faring man with the well manicured beard (maybe too much for a sailor on the Atlantic!) and an unwieldy smartphone (he was showing me maps and sites). It’s now Wednesday 02:13 – checked in! Good night.