About an hour south of Oslo

  
T√łnsberg is nice in the summer, apparently. I’m yet to see it. I promise to come back in July or June. Today, like yesterday, is nice. 

We feel cheated because the temperature is nearly twenty degrees Celsius, warmer than home. Norway is supposed to be snow and multiple layers, snow boots, the clattering of teeth, polar bears roaming the streets but instead of balaclavas and fur hoods hiding faces it is sunglasses. 

We live in Kaldnes. To reach Kaldnes we have to walk over a foot bridge which connects our little island to the main town. We live in storage containers. We sleep where we shower and we use the toilet in the same room we cook dinner, eat, have sex, drink-merry and miss home. The room must be twenty squared metres maximum but our view goes on for miles.

Sun sets are my favourite. It is not the Northern Lights but every night a mix of purple and pink line the night sky as like wet sand lines a beach as the tide leaves the shore. 

  

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