Highlights from NordicFuzzCon 2015 – full gallery here: https://www.flickr.com/photos/alexf.....7651117394071/

The land of meatballs and Ikea, with fewer lakes than Finland and fewer trolls than Denmark; Sweden is famous for many things but among our little community the highlight is, of course, NordicFuzzCon.

While its popularity has grown massively in the con’s short life it still counts as a ‘boutique’ convention and is endowed with all the personal charm and can-do attitude of a population small enough that you have no option but to make new friends.

The organizers had done a great job and the hotel were warmly enthusiastic, but who cares about that because guys, guys seriously, guys – the food.

What does it matter that the charity concert was fantastic or that the guests of honor (EosFoxx and EZ_wolf, both friends and one countrywolf) contributed as much as they could to the inspiration and community of the con as they could, or that I lost a buckle off my camera bag or that I managed to nap through every single one of the fursuiting events, when the food was utterly magnificent.

Buffet-style serving, communal dining (with a curious choice of untasty green light in one corner of the dining hall, but whatever), delicious salmon and potatoes and meat and veggies were all so tasty that two of my friends, whom I won’t name and can’t, for reasons of hypocrisy, shame, brought plastic bags to claim a doggy-bag of potatoes on which we snacked throughout the evening.

I walked by a room where an ice cream party was being held. Lacking a token my friend and I were permitted to join anyway, and when I went to the dealer’s den to pay for my token post-facto I was told that the event was only for supersponsors, which pleased me greatly since illicit food tastes better. I was disappointed to hear that I’d been lied to and that, once I paid for our tokens, I’d been perfectly entitled to all of that ice cream – but it was still delicious.

And I guess there were wonderful panels and super fun fursuit things and a lovely air of welcoming curiosity among the Muggles in the town of Nynäshamn, and the hotel was a business hotel and therefore littered with lots of comfy little lounges that were way more fun to hang out in than a room party, and that the Swedish furry community is full of creative, friendly and frankly gorgeous people – but I’m a simple dog, and none of those are the reason why I want to go back.

Sweden, I will eat you again.

- Alex “Khaki” Vance