Back to the city (Trondheim)

I take the bus back to town. The driver is listening to “uptown girl” and “please don’t go breaking my heart”. I drop off downtown to take the last glance at the place: some jazz music is coming from the docks; shiny sky above the bricked buildings.
I rush off to my room (finally!), to shower and chill out in my fantastic, embarrassing snake pants. The sky offers another gift: the sun setting off behind my hotel window, bright as ever.Meer informatie