The most disappointing zombie walk

September 13, 2015

The week started off with a visit by Matilda and her two kids, Wilda and Livia. My long time readers might remember Livia as my goddaughter. She’s grown a lot since the last time I saw her, but I guess that’s the way with kids, right?

My goddaughter Livia.

They stayed ’til Tuesday, when Matilda, Paulina and the two kids went off to Vaasa. Me, staying behind, had a lot of time over, and so I started a new project. A colleague at work asked me if I could help him build a small site, and after thinking it over, I told him that I’d do it if we could open source everything once we were done, which he agreed to. So stay put, I’ll get to release a new project some time in the future.

Zombie run in Helsinki

Earlier in the week Vera made me aware that there was going to be a zombie run held here in Helsinki during the weekend. I missed the last zombie walk last spring, so I obviously didn’t want to miss this.

I talked to a colleague at work about it, and he told me that I shouldn’t expect too much, the zombie walks here in Helsinki usually consist of a couple of zombies, and that it isn’t that great. I choose to disregard that, and go anyway.

The event was going to start at 10 AM, according to their website. I decided to get there at around 11 AM, too many times have I’ve shown up too early to an event and then just have to stand and wait for other people to get there, I decided an hour should be plenty enough, especially going by past experiences.


I got to Lasipalatsi (basically in the center of Helsinki) a bit after 11 AM, there was an old military truck and a couple of people building tents, but nothing else. I went to get some breakfast, hoping that things would get going whilst I was gone.

All in all, I ended up hanging around the area for 3 hours without seeing even one good zombie, to be fair, there were a couple of zombies, but none of them actually tried to act as one, nor were they very convincing.


The organizers did offer makeup for people (it cost like 10 euros or something, so not all too bad), but it felt like they added the makeup and then the new zombie just disappeared. I actually didn’t get a single picture of a zombie. Bummed out, I decided to take my losses and just leave.

Though one interesting thing was that there weren’t that many photographers there, at previous events that I’ve been to, the photographers have usually outnumbered the zombies. This time there were only a couple of photographers, and they were preoccupied taking pictures of a homeless guy sleeping on a park bench.


Paulina got off work at 3 PM on Saturday, just after I threw in the towel with the zombie walk. I met up with her and Herman and we went for a coffee. Apparently the Robert Mapplethorpe exhibition was coming to its end, and this was the last week that the exhibition was on display, and strangely enough, Herman had yet to see it.

So we decided to go see it again.

Abstract photography!

I didn’t care much for the Mapplethorpe exhibition since I had already seen it, but I noticed that they had set up a new exhibition by Jani Leinonen called School of Disobedience with the slogan:

Historically the most horrible things like wars, genocides and slavery have not resulted from disobedience, but from obedience.

A lot of the work surrounded the inequality between the different classes in society, and it was presented in a language containing some of the world’s largest brands’ logos.


I really loved that exhibition, and I might even go and pick up Jani Leinonen’s book which contains a lot of the artwork.

And, as always, just visiting the Kiasma building was a joy. I really want to stress the point that if you were ever to visit Helsinki, Kiasma should be on the top of your list, no matter what exhibitions they have, the building itself is completely worth it.



I’ve seen balloons go by my balcony plenty of times, and I’ve always wondered from where they lift here on Lautasaari. And this Sunday, when I went out for an evening stroll (my god, I sound like I’m eighty years old, getting ready to throw in the towel. Next I’ll probably start complaining about my hips or something) I finally got to see where they take off.


I was walking west when I went past a park and I noticed that they were preparing the balloon, blowing in air and filling it up. It was right beside a football field (football as in soccer), where a gang of kids where playing a match right next to the balloon. If I was the balloon owner I’d ask the kids to hold up, only for a while, whilst I’d prepare the balloon.

I wonder if a football can damage an air balloon?

Luckily I had brought with me my small Canon M, though I would’ve loved to have a longer lens than my 22mm, well, you can’t always have the right gear with you.


It only took a couple of minutes before the balloon was standing up-right and people started getting on. A couple of more blasts of hot air, and the balloon was airborne, silently rising to the sky.

It climbed rather quickly, and the people in the basket was waving as they took off.


The weather was perfect, just a light breeze and no clouds, and to top it off, the sun was setting.

I’ve ridden a lot of different vehicles, helicopters, air planes, etc. but one thing I wouldn’t dare doing is flying in a basket tied to a balloon.