ANZ ice rink


When someone names "ice skating", I immediately think about my winters as a kid in Sweden. Going with my family to the lake. String my skates on so hard that I can hardly feel my toes (...MIGHT also be the cold). Make a hole in the snow for my cup of hot chocolate. Bruises, blisters, and a heck load of fun.

What I don't relate to ice skating, is 19°C, shorts and T-shirts. Well, at least I DIDN'T up until last week.

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