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Bergen, Norway

So after the party… I’m on my own. I didn’t want to impose upon Harald with so many guests and family still about. My traveling companion south was Kristina (that blonde) and she filled me in on some of the Scandinavian life… like how to tell if a woman was Danish, Norwegian, or Swedish. I was wrong every guess. But I think she set me up. I dropped her in the airport in Oslo and continued west to Bergan. Without accurately knowing the km conversion from mph, I was driving way to fast on the narrow roads. Arriving late into Bergan, I took a likely room. My view to the water and early morning fog was priceless.

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One response

  1. First now I see you have travelled my home country. I am sorry I wasn’t in Bergen when you visited the capital of the west coast. But it seems like you had a good time anyway.

    September 5, 2012 at 2:44 pm

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