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Yeeeeah Booooiiii! I am in Norway.
I ate a seafood feast at the Bergen residence of the Norwegian royal family. It was delicious. Prawns (Reker), Salmon, Mussels Blåskjell), Proscuttio (Spekeskinke), Bread (Bydelsørt), Wine (Vin) etc. Yes, they all deserve capitals on account of how delectable each of them was.
I tried caviar and whale at the Bergen fish market.

This afternoon Ben, Trond and I will go to Marriane´s cabin on the fjord to fish and hunt deer and chop wood and ride whales and pick berries and conquer mountains and bathe in icy waters and bask in glorious sun.

Jag.

Yes.

Oslo: water features and contemporary art and sculptures. And duck poo on Ben´s towel. And synchronised marching men in uniform with REAL guns. And bodies piled on top of each other in some kind of obilesk. Aker Brygg docklands woo woo.

Ceilidh on its way on a farm on hardangerfjord. Thank you to the Davis posse for bringing in the litre of whisky each for Benj and I. Time to get our dancing shoes on and do some eightsome reels and burling. Dashing white sergeant. Strip the willow. St Bernad´s Waltz, Boston two-step. Eee-YIP woo!!!