Hiking along the river (Flam)

The sun is kissing me again, inviting me on another date.
I follow the warmth of the sun along the river, in the tiny valley. I can’t think of anything right now, and wander around looking for my meditation spot.
I find a baby apple tree bended by the weight of its own fruits, with man-made trunk aid: why have I never seen these red apples in any store in Norway? As I stare at it with delight and hunger, someone appears from behind and loudly greets me. HIHI! It’s the Norway “hello”. I startle and turn with disconcert. The local has a moustache and is chewing a toothpick, hands on his waistline and arms bended. He has whisky sunglasses, classic cop-style.
“Am I going in the wrong direction?”
He smiles. “There was a track here but farmed closed it to tourists”.
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