Note: NSFW means Not Suitable For Work. If you work in a country that is not the Netherlands or a protectorate of the Netherlands please open this post at home.
I think being sick for three days has affected my ability to generate original content for this blog. I had one idea in my back pocket but as I typed it out I found it to be incredibly boring. Does anyone want to read about the ultra-high water pressure in the Helsinki water system and the shower injuries it invariably causes to visitors to the city? Exactly.
I left the house today after my mid-afternoon nap, preoccupied with trying to come up with something to write about . The GF had arranged a coffee meeting with a middle school friend and we jumped on the tram and headed for the city centre. The cafe they had planned to meet at was closed so we headed off in search of a patio to grab a beer.
After visiting a couple of places we ended up at the cafe at the Kiasma Museum of Contemporary Art. The place looked nice but expensive with a massive reflecting pool out front. For some context, here is a photo.
See, nice.
The hostess had just informed us there were no tables available and as we turned to leave, I saw him. And I knew right away that I had my blog post. With my camera at the ready, I snapped this timeless photo.
Thank you, kind sir.
I’m sure stuff like this happens here all the time – the locals just carried on like normal. No one was frantically trying to shield their kids’ eyes, fumbling with their phones, unable to remember the number for nine-one-one. I thought I just got lucky with my timing. It’s pretty warm out and I figured this dude was from the trades and he was just changing out of his work clothes to put on some shorts to lie in the sun on the grass.
I was half right. He was going to lie in the sun, just not on the grass.
or with any shorts.
That’s it. Nothing else to report. We made our way to another cafe near the Music Centre and as I type this sentence some kids are programming some robots to cut the patch of lawn next to the patio. Normally, in a situation like this, I would pretend to be a reporter and go to ask them about their robots, how they work, who made them, what fail safes they’ve implemented in the event they become self aware and turn on their human masters. But not today. Today is not Robot Grass Cutter Day. Today is Naked Finnish Guy Day.
But isn’t everyday?
Die Hard Three 
Actually, Helsinki’s dangerously high water pressure is *exactly* what I want to read about on your blog.
You fool no one. You want naked Finnish dude. Everyone does.
It looks like he arrived on a segway?
I saw the lovely man too! We were sitting almost next to each other :).
ha! did the cops show up?
They did! And I saw the guy again later that evening (lucky for me, with his clothes on).