Welcome to Stavanger

I feel consumed by the hiking and the travelling, but as soon as I step into Stavanger everything brightens up and I want to head out for a walk: white buildings reflecting on the lake; curious couples kissing; Michael Jackson’s music at the port; lively gangs of people chattering behind glass bars.
I have a drink in a fancy, low-lights bar, served by a Californian man who says my english is perfect, but I can’t say the same for his bartender skills. I lie to him. Great drink! Rum and ice blended with grapefruit, it tastes like raisin juice with salt.

My bed calls me and I hurry back to the hotel, my favourite so far.Weiterlesen