Lunch at Fleischer’s Hotel, since 1860 or so. We arrived earlier than expected and it went downhill from the start. We were one of the last tables and there wasn’t much food left. I was observing the plates people brought back from the buffet tables. OMG people were stacking two plates and a plate for several deserts. No wonder there wasn’t much food remaining. So the woman on my left asked me, Are you on bus 8? I replied, Not at the moment. Sorry I couldn’t resist. She was totally flummoxed. I told her I was from bus 6. No, we did not hold hands and sing Kumbaya together. There I am again winning friends and influencing people...
This is Kjosfossen. Very impressive. You would be surprised at the number of people who will elbow, slither and otherwise do an end run to get in front of you when you are shooting a picture. I think they are still searching for her.
Lets toddle off to Bergen together.