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Yesterday Per Christian and I went to a place about an hour away and on another island (as well as county), called Sortland. We started off the day in the late morning and waited for the bus to take us there. We parted with his friend Kent-Inge, who had been staying with us since Sunday night; he was flying down south to visit his sister and friend. I also met another of Per Christian's co-workers, named Jøran. He reminded me of some character who belonged in The Great Gatsby. Anyway, back to Sortland...the scenery all the way there was amazing! Pine trees, too many to count, curved up long hills which gave way to rough, looming, stony mountains. The houses we spotted along the way were traditionally Norwegian: simple architecture, usually a dark red in color, ... read more

My first flight was from Philadelphia to Newark, and guess what? Fate didn't spare me a damn thing as a first-time flyer. My flight was delayed a half-hour and then once I boarded, I proceeded to find out that the plane was number 14 to take off on the runway. Needless to say, we arrived late. An hour late. I ran through the airport and still I missed my flight to Oslo. I ended up being rushed on another plane soon after I talked to the representative at the service desk - that flight was to Lisbon, Portugal. You want to talk about feeling isolated? My cell phone had service but no network, so I couldn't contact anyone at all. And though I speak multiple languages, Portuguese is unfortunately not one of them, so I couldn't ... read more