Kes and I have a "rule": We're not allowed to both be sick at the same time - that way one of us is always able to look after the other one. Of course, this doesn't always work (for instance, Kes had a terrible bout with the 'flu while I was in the hospital having my knee looked after just before we left to come here), but we always tell ourselves that we're doing our best to follow it.
I think the same needs to apply to "homesickness", or culture shock, or whatever you want to call it. Unfortunately, today we both hit "I don't want to be here" moments at the same time this afternoon after I got off work, and really reinforced our own negativity. It was pretty crappy. Now, we realized what was going on, and we were fine by supper (Kes's cooking usually puts me in a better mood, anyway), but it did go to show us how important it is to remain positive.
There wasn't any specific incident or anything, that put us off, it was just a bit of a "blah" feeling. The challenge here is that it is really easy to blame any negative feeling on the fact that we're in the middle of this big adventure. ("God, this place makes me sick to my stomach! ... wait... Oh, nope. It was just gas.") For example, we were kind of bored tonight, and ended up watching TV and surfing the internet. Our initial reaction was to say "there's nothing do here". Still, the idea that our lack of stimulation was Norway's fault is ridiculous - everyone has those nights, no matter where you live.
So, we have plans to go to a movie tomorrow night (there's an English one on at the Sjøborg hall), and have a "double date" with our Venezualan/German expat friends to go bowling (Yep, they've got a 10-pin bowling alley here) on Thursday, then on Friday we're renting a car (still can't buy one, because I still don't have a tax number), and driving to Trondheim for the weekend. We really can't complain - life is pretty good.
The company gave me a cell phone today. For those who have a desire for large phone bills (or who want to call me through Skype), the number is +47 (Norway country code) 991 20 844. I would love a phone call, or even a text message, but please do a time-zone check, first, if you're going to call! You can find out what time it is here right now from this webpage: http://www.timeanddate.com/worldclock/city.html?n=288
The sun is already setting really late, even though we're only two weeks after the equinox. Sunset today was 8:42 pm, and by next week, it will be past 9:00pm. Sunsets here are wonderful, as the sun goes down over the Atlantic, looking west from our hillside vantage point.
The wine is burbling along in the bathroom (we're keeping it in the bathroom, because it's the smallest space to heat it up to the 22-24 degrees that we're trying to keep it at.) I wonder
how it will turn out!
Off to bed now - maybe tomorrow will bring a D-number!
Tuesday, 8 April 2008
Monday, 7 April 2008
Victory at Høddvoll, then Monday
I'm not feeling overly inspired tonight - I think that Monday can do that to you, no matter what country you're living in. As a result, just a quick recap, and some observations:
-We went to the soccer game. We were worried that it might be tough to be supporting Hødd this year, as they just (over the winter) moved up a division, so they should be playing against opponents who are a lot better than they're used to. However, it turned out not to be the case. They beat Sparta (from Sarpsborg, near Oslo), veterans of this division, 2-0. It wasn't the best soccer I've ever seen, but it's always fun to be cheering for the winning team. There were probably 1,000 fans there. Refreshments consisted of coffee (no milk or sugar available), various types of sausage-in-a-bun (one was very close to a standard hot dog, but others were available), and something that was basically a cold pancake, spread with butter, sugar and cinnamon, and folded in half. Good, but odd.
-Today was back to work. Another new guy came in today. He'll be interesting to watch, because I have a lot more marine experience than he does, but he speaks Norwegian. It'll be interesting to see who gets up to speed more quickly.
-I think there must be every car brand on Earth represented on the streets of Ulsteinvik. Okay, I retract that, I haven't seen Delorians, Vauxhalls, Ladas or Yugos. Still, there are everything from Dodge Ram pickups straight out of rural Canada to Nissan Micros, which are clearly VW Beetle competitors. There are Skodas (from the Czech Republic), VWs, BMWs, Saabs, Volvos, Peugeots, Renaults, Citroens, Range Rovers, Jaguars, Fords (including an enormous old Econoline van), Chevys, Dodges, Nissans, Chryslers, Minis, Kias, Toyotas, Subarus, Nissans, Mazdas, Audis, Merecedes-Benzes, Opels (German company owned by GM), Hyundais, Mitsubishis - really everything. This is particularly odd considering that there are only two car dealers in town (that I've found yet!) - Toyota and Mazda.
We went out tonight for a couple of hours to meet a young woman who will be coming to Ulstein International (part of the Group) for two years starting this August. This was a Facebook link-up, where she was excited to learn that there were any foreigners in Ulsteinvik. She's from Beijing, but has been going to school in Bergen, Norway. As I've mentioned, she needn't have worried - Ulsteinvik is far more international than you'd guess, but we were happy to go out for coffee, regardless.
'Night.
-We went to the soccer game. We were worried that it might be tough to be supporting Hødd this year, as they just (over the winter) moved up a division, so they should be playing against opponents who are a lot better than they're used to. However, it turned out not to be the case. They beat Sparta (from Sarpsborg, near Oslo), veterans of this division, 2-0. It wasn't the best soccer I've ever seen, but it's always fun to be cheering for the winning team. There were probably 1,000 fans there. Refreshments consisted of coffee (no milk or sugar available), various types of sausage-in-a-bun (one was very close to a standard hot dog, but others were available), and something that was basically a cold pancake, spread with butter, sugar and cinnamon, and folded in half. Good, but odd.
-Today was back to work. Another new guy came in today. He'll be interesting to watch, because I have a lot more marine experience than he does, but he speaks Norwegian. It'll be interesting to see who gets up to speed more quickly.
-I think there must be every car brand on Earth represented on the streets of Ulsteinvik. Okay, I retract that, I haven't seen Delorians, Vauxhalls, Ladas or Yugos. Still, there are everything from Dodge Ram pickups straight out of rural Canada to Nissan Micros, which are clearly VW Beetle competitors. There are Skodas (from the Czech Republic), VWs, BMWs, Saabs, Volvos, Peugeots, Renaults, Citroens, Range Rovers, Jaguars, Fords (including an enormous old Econoline van), Chevys, Dodges, Nissans, Chryslers, Minis, Kias, Toyotas, Subarus, Nissans, Mazdas, Audis, Merecedes-Benzes, Opels (German company owned by GM), Hyundais, Mitsubishis - really everything. This is particularly odd considering that there are only two car dealers in town (that I've found yet!) - Toyota and Mazda.
We went out tonight for a couple of hours to meet a young woman who will be coming to Ulstein International (part of the Group) for two years starting this August. This was a Facebook link-up, where she was excited to learn that there were any foreigners in Ulsteinvik. She's from Beijing, but has been going to school in Bergen, Norway. As I've mentioned, she needn't have worried - Ulsteinvik is far more international than you'd guess, but we were happy to go out for coffee, regardless.
'Night.
Sunday, 6 April 2008
Saturday Night in Ulsteinvik
I was contacted on Facebook yesterday by another Canadian living in Norway, who said something to the effect of "Ulsteinvik? That place has, like, only 50 people, doesn't it? How are you surviving?" Now, it's true, Ulsteinvik is no metropolis. However, Kes and I have decided to take it for all it's got to offer. I can't stand people (I used to run into them in Bella Coola while I was growing up, but really, they're everywhere) who complain about the lack of opportunity in a place, when they aren't taking the opportunities that are available. It may be, in a few months (particularly in the winter, when outdoor activities are minimal), that we decide Ulsteinvik is too small, but that won't be until we feel like we've done pretty much everything there is to do here - given it a real chance!
Armed with that logic, we decided to go out on the town last night. There are two nightspots here, the Kaffebaren, and the Hong Kong (The Hong Kong seems to be trying to be everything in one - lunch place, coffeehouse, sit-down-dinner place, pub, bar, disco...). The Kaffebaren was advertising on their website (www.kaffe-baren.no) that they had a live band "Pikka Bird" playing. Perfect. Out we went.
We were underwhelmeded by our first, 10:45pm, impression. We had to pay cover (80 kr each - $16), and there were probably 20 people in the place. However, as the evening went on, it did fill up nicely. Of course, the band went on late (has there ever been a band, anywhere, that started on time?) . The evening picked up significantly when a man in his mid-20s walked up to our table and said "Ashley! Good to see you out!" I didn't know the guy at all, but it turns out that he works on my floor at the shipyard. He introduced himself, and sat down and joined us. From then on, we had a rotating cast of table-mates, with our initial greeter being the one constant. At one point, there were seven people at our 4-person table. Kes managed to link up with a marine biologist, who seemed as surprised to find another marine biologist in a bar in Ulsteinvik as we were. I learned several things last night:
-If you meet someone in Ulsteinvik, that person has, at most, one degree of separation from the shipyard.
-Being a lawyer may not be a fantastic career choice here (we met an unemployed one)
-If you want to have a shot as a band (unless you're in metal), you sing in English.
-The bar will serve you, no matter how drunk you are. No, this was not from personal experience, mom - observation. If I had been as drunk as the guys buying 6 glasses of Jameson's at a time, I don't think I'd remember it to tell you today (well, that, and I would still be in bed with a headache).
-The local beer, Hansa, is not bad. It's a standard pilsner, with a lot of head on a pint, but pretty good. It's always nice when the cheapest option is not awful!
In keeping with the "do everything that's on offer" philosophy, we're off to see the local soccer team, Hødd, play their first home game of the season today. They're a first-division (that's below the Premier League) team, which is apparently pretty good, for a town this size. They're the only sports team here, so I guess we'll have to go watch soccer.
Armed with that logic, we decided to go out on the town last night. There are two nightspots here, the Kaffebaren, and the Hong Kong (The Hong Kong seems to be trying to be everything in one - lunch place, coffeehouse, sit-down-dinner place, pub, bar, disco...). The Kaffebaren was advertising on their website (www.kaffe-baren.no) that they had a live band "Pikka Bird" playing. Perfect. Out we went.
We were underwhelmeded by our first, 10:45pm, impression. We had to pay cover (80 kr each - $16), and there were probably 20 people in the place. However, as the evening went on, it did fill up nicely. Of course, the band went on late (has there ever been a band, anywhere, that started on time?) . The evening picked up significantly when a man in his mid-20s walked up to our table and said "Ashley! Good to see you out!" I didn't know the guy at all, but it turns out that he works on my floor at the shipyard. He introduced himself, and sat down and joined us. From then on, we had a rotating cast of table-mates, with our initial greeter being the one constant. At one point, there were seven people at our 4-person table. Kes managed to link up with a marine biologist, who seemed as surprised to find another marine biologist in a bar in Ulsteinvik as we were. I learned several things last night:
-If you meet someone in Ulsteinvik, that person has, at most, one degree of separation from the shipyard.
-Being a lawyer may not be a fantastic career choice here (we met an unemployed one)
-If you want to have a shot as a band (unless you're in metal), you sing in English.
-The bar will serve you, no matter how drunk you are. No, this was not from personal experience, mom - observation. If I had been as drunk as the guys buying 6 glasses of Jameson's at a time, I don't think I'd remember it to tell you today (well, that, and I would still be in bed with a headache).
-The local beer, Hansa, is not bad. It's a standard pilsner, with a lot of head on a pint, but pretty good. It's always nice when the cheapest option is not awful!
In keeping with the "do everything that's on offer" philosophy, we're off to see the local soccer team, Hødd, play their first home game of the season today. They're a first-division (that's below the Premier League) team, which is apparently pretty good, for a town this size. They're the only sports team here, so I guess we'll have to go watch soccer.
Friday, 4 April 2008
Wine-making and Winemonopoly
We have decided that, with the price of alcohol here, if we intend to have a glass of wine for anything but the most special of occaisions, we're going to have to make it ourselves. Now, Kes is actually a master vintner, having managed to put out a pretty-much-endless supply of wine in our house in St. John's. However, we were unfamiliar with any of the brands in Norway, and decided that the result would be us purchasing the cheapest brand available. In a pleasant correspondence, this lead us directly to the brand which was also advertising the shortest time-to-completion. Great!
(Yes, I know, warning bells are going off in everyone's head already, but let's see what happens...)
So, we bought a big ol' bucket and other associated requirements (thermometer, vapour lock, 4 kg of sugar, etc.), and headed home to give it a shot. Now, every kit we had used before involved us receiving grape juice as part of the package. This one, however, seemed to have some sort of pellets inside the biggest package in the box. We assumed that they were some sort of dehydrated pellets, or something. Nope. They were actual berries, dried. Some are grapes (yes, I know that makes them raisins, but they sure don't look like any raisins I've seen), which would be expected, but I could swear that some are blueberries and others are currants. Now, if the package said "fruktevin" (fruit wine), I wouldn't be surprised. ...but our box says "Rød Merlot" (Red Merlot). Since when does regular red wine such as Merlot use blueberries?
Oh well, we're about to find out. We've mixed the sugar and berries into some boiling water, and left the bucket in the bathroom to cool. We'll see whether we have anything worth drinking in the 7-10 days the box advertises. There are many more steps for us to take. I'll keep you updated.
The second part of the title of this post is taken from the name for the liquor stores here. They are operated by the government, and are called "Vinmonopolet" - literally, "Wine monopoly". At least they're honest! I bought some wine from them today. It was about $56 for a 3-litre box (we've become fans of box-wine, because it allows you to have a single glass without needing to finish the bottle, if that's what you feel like), and it was the second-cheapest in the store. I thought, since I really didn't recognize very many of the wines, that purchasing the second-cheapest one was a valid option. Apparently not. It's so bad that I'm not sure we'll be able to finish it.
Oh well, in 7-10 days we'll have something like 20 litres of wine made out of dried blueberries. Heaven help us.
Ashley
(Yes, I know, warning bells are going off in everyone's head already, but let's see what happens...)
So, we bought a big ol' bucket and other associated requirements (thermometer, vapour lock, 4 kg of sugar, etc.), and headed home to give it a shot. Now, every kit we had used before involved us receiving grape juice as part of the package. This one, however, seemed to have some sort of pellets inside the biggest package in the box. We assumed that they were some sort of dehydrated pellets, or something. Nope. They were actual berries, dried. Some are grapes (yes, I know that makes them raisins, but they sure don't look like any raisins I've seen), which would be expected, but I could swear that some are blueberries and others are currants. Now, if the package said "fruktevin" (fruit wine), I wouldn't be surprised. ...but our box says "Rød Merlot" (Red Merlot). Since when does regular red wine such as Merlot use blueberries?
Oh well, we're about to find out. We've mixed the sugar and berries into some boiling water, and left the bucket in the bathroom to cool. We'll see whether we have anything worth drinking in the 7-10 days the box advertises. There are many more steps for us to take. I'll keep you updated.
The second part of the title of this post is taken from the name for the liquor stores here. They are operated by the government, and are called "Vinmonopolet" - literally, "Wine monopoly". At least they're honest! I bought some wine from them today. It was about $56 for a 3-litre box (we've become fans of box-wine, because it allows you to have a single glass without needing to finish the bottle, if that's what you feel like), and it was the second-cheapest in the store. I thought, since I really didn't recognize very many of the wines, that purchasing the second-cheapest one was a valid option. Apparently not. It's so bad that I'm not sure we'll be able to finish it.
Oh well, in 7-10 days we'll have something like 20 litres of wine made out of dried blueberries. Heaven help us.
Ashley
Thursday, 3 April 2008
Some Administrative Goings-On
With the new apartment, and a bit more familiarity with the town, things feel a bit calmer today, as compared with the previous days, where there was always a rush to do something, or a bit of a frantic feeling about not having enough (information, paperwork, time, you name it).
The walk to work took a whole 12 minutes this morning, which was fantastic. Of course it was made even more pleasant by the fact that the sky was clear and the water calm.
Apparently, tomorrow is going to be rainy, windy, and bitter. Here's a really neat link - best weather page I've ever seen - the link takes you to the 48-hour forecast for Ulsteinvik, in English:
http://www.yr.no/place/Norway/M%c3%b8re_og_Romsdal/Ulstein/Ulsteinvik/hour_by_hour.html
Our address, for those who are interested, is now:
Skulevegen 2
6065 Ulstein
Norway
Thus, we live on "School Way", and that's no misnomer - the major primary school and then, above it, the major junior high, for the town are both located on this street, up the hill from us.
Still no sign of the actual paper copy of my work visa at the Ulsteinvik police office. However, we had to have a whole bunch of paperwork associated with the sale of our house back in Newfoundland notarised today. Interestingly enough, there is no real "Notary Public" profession in Norway, nor is the role carried out by a lawyer - you simply present yourself at a police station with suitable identification, sign your documents, and a police officer "notarises" them - all for free! It was a thoroughly pleasant experience!
In fact, the role of the police here is interesting. Your local police station ("police office" would probably be more appropriate - for example, the Ulsteinvik location is on the upper floor of a mall) is where you go for all sorts of "government interaction" - immigration papers, registering for the census, notarising documents, etc., as well as all the standard "police stuff" (paying tickets, reporting crime, etc.) I wonder whether this diverse and expanded set of interactions between citizens and police helps to make people more comfortable with the police, and feel less like "the only time you see a police officer is when something bad is going on". They're sort of like a cross between a police force and Service Canada.
Unfortunately, they're only open 8-3. Fortunately, however, Ulstein Verft has moved to what they call a "flex-time" schedule. Basically, as long as you're at work for 8 hours a day, averaged over your pay period, and are usually there at least between 8:30 and 2:30, there's no issue. So I just ducked out at 2:30 sharp today, walked to the police office, was back to the office by 3:30, and everything was fine. Now, I know that wouldn't be odd in most professional environments in Canada or the US, but in Norway, where everyone is on a punch-clock (an aspect of the socialised nature of the country, I think), it's fresh thinking, and really appreciated.
Kes and I went out for coffee/beer with a couple of other ex-pats after work today - a Venezuelan guy who works at Ulstein and his German girlfriend - a certified nurse who works at the tourist office ("Why work shiftwork when I can work 8-4 and make almost the same money?") They've been in Norway for 14 months and several years, respectively, but Ulsteinvik is new to them, too - one month. It was nice to chat socially with people who either are going through, or have gone through, many of the things that are going on in our life right now.
Huh - long post today. By the way, please feel free to leave comments (that's the "Kommentarer" link under each post - then, when you've typed your blurb, click "Publiser Kommentaren Din". I switched the blog over to a Norwegian one - I've tried to switch as many things as I can on my computer over to Norwegian, so that it will help me learn. (Update - April 4th - I've switched the tools to English - easier for everyone!)
Cheers,
Ashley
The walk to work took a whole 12 minutes this morning, which was fantastic. Of course it was made even more pleasant by the fact that the sky was clear and the water calm.
Apparently, tomorrow is going to be rainy, windy, and bitter. Here's a really neat link - best weather page I've ever seen - the link takes you to the 48-hour forecast for Ulsteinvik, in English:
http://www.yr.no/place/Norway/M%c3%b8re_og_Romsdal/Ulstein/Ulsteinvik/hour_by_hour.html
Our address, for those who are interested, is now:
Skulevegen 2
6065 Ulstein
Norway
Thus, we live on "School Way", and that's no misnomer - the major primary school and then, above it, the major junior high, for the town are both located on this street, up the hill from us.
Still no sign of the actual paper copy of my work visa at the Ulsteinvik police office. However, we had to have a whole bunch of paperwork associated with the sale of our house back in Newfoundland notarised today. Interestingly enough, there is no real "Notary Public" profession in Norway, nor is the role carried out by a lawyer - you simply present yourself at a police station with suitable identification, sign your documents, and a police officer "notarises" them - all for free! It was a thoroughly pleasant experience!
In fact, the role of the police here is interesting. Your local police station ("police office" would probably be more appropriate - for example, the Ulsteinvik location is on the upper floor of a mall) is where you go for all sorts of "government interaction" - immigration papers, registering for the census, notarising documents, etc., as well as all the standard "police stuff" (paying tickets, reporting crime, etc.) I wonder whether this diverse and expanded set of interactions between citizens and police helps to make people more comfortable with the police, and feel less like "the only time you see a police officer is when something bad is going on". They're sort of like a cross between a police force and Service Canada.
Unfortunately, they're only open 8-3. Fortunately, however, Ulstein Verft has moved to what they call a "flex-time" schedule. Basically, as long as you're at work for 8 hours a day, averaged over your pay period, and are usually there at least between 8:30 and 2:30, there's no issue. So I just ducked out at 2:30 sharp today, walked to the police office, was back to the office by 3:30, and everything was fine. Now, I know that wouldn't be odd in most professional environments in Canada or the US, but in Norway, where everyone is on a punch-clock (an aspect of the socialised nature of the country, I think), it's fresh thinking, and really appreciated.
Kes and I went out for coffee/beer with a couple of other ex-pats after work today - a Venezuelan guy who works at Ulstein and his German girlfriend - a certified nurse who works at the tourist office ("Why work shiftwork when I can work 8-4 and make almost the same money?") They've been in Norway for 14 months and several years, respectively, but Ulsteinvik is new to them, too - one month. It was nice to chat socially with people who either are going through, or have gone through, many of the things that are going on in our life right now.
Huh - long post today. By the way, please feel free to leave comments (that's the "Kommentarer" link under each post - then, when you've typed your blurb, click "Publiser Kommentaren Din". I switched the blog over to a Norwegian one - I've tried to switch as many things as I can on my computer over to Norwegian, so that it will help me learn. (Update - April 4th - I've switched the tools to English - easier for everyone!)
Cheers,
Ashley
Wednesday, 2 April 2008
Thriftiness!
Clearly, I was exaggerating in my last post. A beer, a glass of red wine and a big brownie only cost us 138 kroner ($27.50). Virtually nothing!
New Digs
This is great! We finally have a new place to live, and it's really nice, too.
We had been living in an older, small-ish one-bedroom apartment, with a 35-minute walk to work, and a minimum of a 15-minute walk to even the closest store.
Now, we're about a 10-minute walk to work, and about a 2-minute walk to all the downtown shops and restaurants. (There aren't loads of shops and restaurants, but there are enough to keep us entertained for a while.) We still have a nice set of south-facing windows, and have a view right out over the harbour. The shipyard has leased the apartment, and we will pay rent to the shipyard. The yard is simply growing so quickly that they know they need pretty much any housing in this town that they can get their hands on. They now have a full-time property manager who Kes and I refer to as a mafioso, because if you want to make money with your basement apartment, you get in with him, and he'll keep it occupied!
To give some idea of prices, we are paying 6,500 kroner per month, including cable TV (basic) and internet. We will have to pay our electrical bills, and we don't know how much that will be, but we are very happy with this. If we hadn't taken it when we saw it tonight, there was someone coming in behind us to see it, and we believe they would have taken it. That's $1,300 Canadian per month.
Mitigating that cost, though, is the fact that the place is really nicely furnished - down to a corkscrew and a garlic press (not that I'd know what to do with the second one - but Kes says it's nice to have).
An interesting item is the fact that both apartments we've lived in are heated through wires in the floor - no baseboard heaters. Also, clothes dryers don't seem to be common - pretty much everyone has a washer, but then dry on a rack, or outside on a clothesline. We have a shower, without a tub (same at the last place), and a toilet that has two types of flush - half tank and full tank. (no, they're not labelled #1 and #2, but they should be). Another household difference is that it seems to be standard for a double bed to have two separate duvets on it, one for each person. I suppose it stops any fighting over the blankets!
Okay, we're off to our newly-close pub to enjoy an 80-kroner ($16) beer.
Cheers,
Ashley
We had been living in an older, small-ish one-bedroom apartment, with a 35-minute walk to work, and a minimum of a 15-minute walk to even the closest store.
Now, we're about a 10-minute walk to work, and about a 2-minute walk to all the downtown shops and restaurants. (There aren't loads of shops and restaurants, but there are enough to keep us entertained for a while.) We still have a nice set of south-facing windows, and have a view right out over the harbour. The shipyard has leased the apartment, and we will pay rent to the shipyard. The yard is simply growing so quickly that they know they need pretty much any housing in this town that they can get their hands on. They now have a full-time property manager who Kes and I refer to as a mafioso, because if you want to make money with your basement apartment, you get in with him, and he'll keep it occupied!
To give some idea of prices, we are paying 6,500 kroner per month, including cable TV (basic) and internet. We will have to pay our electrical bills, and we don't know how much that will be, but we are very happy with this. If we hadn't taken it when we saw it tonight, there was someone coming in behind us to see it, and we believe they would have taken it. That's $1,300 Canadian per month.
Mitigating that cost, though, is the fact that the place is really nicely furnished - down to a corkscrew and a garlic press (not that I'd know what to do with the second one - but Kes says it's nice to have).
An interesting item is the fact that both apartments we've lived in are heated through wires in the floor - no baseboard heaters. Also, clothes dryers don't seem to be common - pretty much everyone has a washer, but then dry on a rack, or outside on a clothesline. We have a shower, without a tub (same at the last place), and a toilet that has two types of flush - half tank and full tank. (no, they're not labelled #1 and #2, but they should be). Another household difference is that it seems to be standard for a double bed to have two separate duvets on it, one for each person. I suppose it stops any fighting over the blankets!
Okay, we're off to our newly-close pub to enjoy an 80-kroner ($16) beer.
Cheers,
Ashley
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