I get quite irate when people suggest stepping out into the country and away from the trusty asfalt, smog and steel constructions I’ve known and loved since childhood. Fortunately though, not everyone is self-preserving enough to ask first – which yesterdays tacit kidnapping proved.
A poor selection of food aimed for the grill had been packed alongside sake, white wine and a more than normally cranky Jessie. That said Norway does have a certain panage when it comes to mountains and above all mountain streams, and spending a few hours bathing and critizising my kidnapper for his lack of cooking skills radically improved my general mood.
…or maybe it was the sake.