On the streets, people and asphalt melt together in the sweltering heat. I only survive by eating a minimum of two KæmpeEskimo's a day, and gurgling down 3 liters of water.

Last night was another tropical one of its kind, and with a gorgeus moon. Made for a nice backdrop for hanging out on my balcony, celebrating my newly discovered heat-caused insomnia. Conclusion? Heat affetcs me in much the same way as girlfriend problems. Sleepless nights.

Welcome to tropical Copenhagen.