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I could watch fire for hours. It never gets boring.

I slept well last night, better than I have in a while. I’m feeling better for it too. Had an easy start this morning. Borrowed Kris’s bike to head out to Vigelandsparken. Cycling on the right hand side of the road is quite an experience. It feels all wrong, I had to think through what I would do normally and then switch it around. It took me a while before I felt up to traffic lights and roundabouts.

Vigelandsparken is fantastic. It’s a park filled with sculptures by Gustav Vigeland. It’s a beautiful day and I had plenty of time to look at every sculpture, but I was kicking myself that I didn’t take my camera. That’s another place to go back to.

This afternoon Kris and his dad took me to their cabin on the southern coast for the weekend. Kris’s dad (Jon) is a fantastic guy, really down-to-earth. I enjoy talking with him. It was a 3 hour car journey which gave me a chance to see some of Norway I missed on the bus the other day. It also gave Kris and his dad a chace to talk politics. Why is it that children tend to rebel against their parents’ political views? Jon is mildly socialist so Kris is mildly conservative (economist!): my mum is conservative with authoritarian tendancies so I’m liberal with anarchist tendancies. Probably just part of the teenage rebellion thing. (Thought: could this be more a son thing?)

We got here before dark. This place is perfect. The landscape is very rocky with lots of birch and fir jutting out the gullies and crevices. Jon drew and built the cabin himself. This is picture-book perfect.

We had dinner a while ago. I’ve spent this evening writing in front of a log fire, Kris has been reading the paper interspersed with sporadic bouts of bloodthirsty (but unsuccessful) fly swatting. Jon is watching TV upstairs.

It’s a clear night. It has been a long time since I’ve seen stars and been able to make out their colour.

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