"I'll burn every bridge that I cross, and find some beautiful place to get lost"
Freshness stung our faces as we stepped off our flight onto Trondheimian tarmac and towards the tiny airport of Norway's ex-capital. An uneventful flight was preceded by unimpressed check-in staff as I unravelled my passport from the waterproof pouch in my gleaming new moneybelt. "Overkill?" I suggested, "yes" he replied, dryly.
Norway is beautiful, and full of snow. Tap water tastes like it has been filtered directly from fresh-water lakes hidden in the rolling, snow-topped hills we flew over on our descent into Norway. The coffee is taken strong and black throughout the day... I love this place already. The first walk throught the streets reminded me of scenes from some bleak western, the distinctive wooden buildings waiting to spew a pair of brawling cowboys onto the streets at any moment. Our plans for the days ahead include the world's only bicycle lift and hitchhiking to hell and back.
The headlights are in full beam.
Please peruse the photos as linked top right of this page.
That is all.
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