Action-man, 7 June, Skudaneshavn, Norway
Today we stepped off a plane in Haugesund, southwest Norway. Outside the airport, we met the lanky legend, Glenn Landenes. Emily had established a connection with him by conversing for most of a 14-hour train ride in Romania last year. That same amiability came out soon enough, as the Norwegian smiled wide and packed our bags in the back of his slick BMW. Glenn asks good questions, keeps an open mind, and answers freely in nearly flawless English.
Immediately we took off in Glenn's hot 6-series through hills outcropped with ancient stones and spotted with sheep. It was Glenn's birthday, so we stopped and picked up an enormous marzipan cake at the local "KIWI" shop. It was handmade with the words "Glenn er beste" scrawled in drippy icing. Conveniently, Glenn knew the storeowner who made the cake for him. Also conveniently, Glenn knew the owner of some rental cabins in the center of Skudaneshavn, who gave us a warm and wooded one for three nights. To be honest, Glenn conveniently knows just about everyone in the world--billionaires, Hollywood stars, oil tycoons, even the local fishermen. If you don't yet know Glenn, it's more likely your fault than his.
Glenn's first treat for us (for there were many to follow) was a visit to ye-old ship captain Johannes' cafe. Johannes, with white flowing hair and a meaty handshake, hurried back to his waffle batter and started frying. Black coffee and hot "vafler" make a brilliant combo. Smothered in fresh raspberry jam, the vafler melt going down. They generally cost 18 kroners (about 3 bucks), but Johannes discounted us at first. When we came back for more, he gave them to us on the house, nodding his white head happily: "Ja, ja...nice American boeez."
Drew
Immediately we took off in Glenn's hot 6-series through hills outcropped with ancient stones and spotted with sheep. It was Glenn's birthday, so we stopped and picked up an enormous marzipan cake at the local "KIWI" shop. It was handmade with the words "Glenn er beste" scrawled in drippy icing. Conveniently, Glenn knew the storeowner who made the cake for him. Also conveniently, Glenn knew the owner of some rental cabins in the center of Skudaneshavn, who gave us a warm and wooded one for three nights. To be honest, Glenn conveniently knows just about everyone in the world--billionaires, Hollywood stars, oil tycoons, even the local fishermen. If you don't yet know Glenn, it's more likely your fault than his.
Glenn's first treat for us (for there were many to follow) was a visit to ye-old ship captain Johannes' cafe. Johannes, with white flowing hair and a meaty handshake, hurried back to his waffle batter and started frying. Black coffee and hot "vafler" make a brilliant combo. Smothered in fresh raspberry jam, the vafler melt going down. They generally cost 18 kroners (about 3 bucks), but Johannes discounted us at first. When we came back for more, he gave them to us on the house, nodding his white head happily: "Ja, ja...nice American boeez."
Drew
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1 Comments:
My name is Sienna. Sam knows me..I was in Africa with him...this post is excellent, Drew. I have a very close friend, Signe, that I met during my time with Mercyships. Your description and witty details about her land were extreamly pleasant for me to read. So thanks.
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