Just got to Norway and it's frikkin' expensive. Cold and expensive. Em and I jumped in a taxi and I then spent the next 20 minutes gazing in horror at the meter and hoping that I'd somehow got my maths wrong with the exchange rate. But, try as I might, working and reworking the complex maths time and again, I still couldn't get away from the fact that 470 Norweigian Kroner equalled 47 pounds sterling.
Gritting my teeth from more than just the sub-zero temperature, I handed over the cash to the driver and then staggered (well, walked really, but staggered sounds more macho somehow, like a tired cowboy struggling home after a hard day on the ranch or something) into the hotel. But Thor, cruel Norse God of Fate, as well as being God of Thunder (aside - Thor was more famous for this latter role, but shared the role of God of Fate with Loki, the Trickster. Thor found time to fit this in after dropping the role of God of Needlework, fearing it didn't fit his image, and besides, thought Thor, being God of Thunder sounds much cooler) - anyway, I digress. Where was I? Oh yes, Thor, cruel God of Fate, had another surprise in store for me - our hotel room had no curtains and overlooked the local pub, from which a live band was blaring their greatest hits at 200 decibels at 2 in the morning. "Curse you Thor!" I thought as I popped my ear plugs in and settled down for a hard night's sleep.
What could be in store for me tomorrow? .......
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