It was a warm and bright summer night in the brisk and windy coast of Tromsø. The seagles were flocking around scavenging for Whopper burgers in their usual elegant, but pandemonic fashion.

I was bored so I had to get a vegan Whopper, despite the paralizing fear of coming face to face with the seagul hordes in a battle for my life. With a blend of trepidation and determination, I embarked on a short stroll that lasted no more than a mere 10 seconds before the seagulls swooped in, launching a coordinated assault, screaching and flapping their wings in the most aggressive of manners. I managed to neutralize 5 of them, but they kept coming. Realizing the gravity of the situation, my only recourse was to seek refuge in the nearest secure establishment—the Rorbua Pub. I was coverd in sweat and blood from the altrecation, but my world was fundamentaly transformed once I saw the cozy and vibrant atmosphere of the Pub. It truly reminded me of my childhood in Savannah, Georgia, with its feel-good tunes and rustic atmosphere.

All in all, pretty cool pub.