I gotta say the kid grew up. I remember him as the crazy exchange student who caused about as much trouble as Robb and I did. Turns out now he's taller than me and is considering becoming a flight pilot. And hey he's been to Australia too. He's also been a lot of places...Good to see the guy at any rate, and he had a nice battle wound on his neck from a 'Ranghild' I think. That's one name I really can't pronounce.
The cheeky asshole did wear an England scarf when we watched the football in a pub, and his prediction was 3-0 England.

I've now taken down three bottles of Danish Akvavit. That shit is like liquid gold, or perhaps candy is a better descriptor. I dunno.
The Oslo opera house might even be more breathtaking than the Sydney Opera house, though I promise nothing. The best part is you can walk around on it and everything is cool. I quite enjoyed it.
After a few days in Oslo, and befriending a British lad and an Icelandic guy with a phenomenal beard, I grabbed the train to Bergen. Bergen is beautiful and if you go to Norway and don't go to Bergen and the Fjord area you really should be punished in some fitting way, though I'll leave that to your imagination....
This is called Bryggen. It is apparently a big cultural landmark, world famous in scale, and is right on the main strip by the harbor and the ship departures for the fjords. It's a really pretty area, in an already very elegant city...but that's just the stepping ground into what I came for...the Sognefjord.
The trip I booked included a ferry ride to a smaller ferry ride to a bus to a ferry through the fjord and back to Bergen.
After foreign fields, mountains, seas, and fjords, the magic has made it's way back into this young man's heart, and my skies are on fire once again. Inspiration flourishes. Thank you, Norway. I promise to return and hope that you stay the beautiful unique place that you are. Really, please don't change-you're perfect the way you are.
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