The next day, wandering round Aalesund, we kept seeing blokes who looked just like a young version of Gareth Hale, and we couldn't help but wonder exactly how many sons the chap we had met in the bar the night before actually had. Either that, or he was just a really fashionable guy who everyone in Aalesund tried to mimic.
Aalesund really is the most beautiful place, nestling in between icy deep fjords and towering snow-capped mountains. It was burnt down at the start of the 20th century (by accident,of course), leaving the townsfolk in the freezing weather with, well,er, only a huge fire to keep them warm. At the time, there was a huge depression in Norway's building industry and so all the builders piled into Aalesund. The art deco style was selected as the style in which to rebuild the whole town, resulting in the beautiful architecture we see there today. This story sounds really far-fetched now I think about it, but it made a lot of sense in the Aalesund museum.
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